I’m From Lincolnton, GA.

I’ve been out since the 7th grade. I am now a senior in high school, and being an openly gay kid in a small town in Lincoln County has been no walk in the park. However, today my AP Journalism teacher asked me what being gay in a small town has taught me. First, I was I was like, “What ignorance looks and sounds like,” but the more I thought about it the more I realized living in a homophobic town such as mine has played a major part in making me who I am.

With being harassed, taunted, and mocked, I don’t think I would have ever learned to accept who I am as a person. Without them making me feel like a freak of nature for something I can’t help I would have never come to terms with who I am and who I’m soon to become. There was once a time when I never knew what happiness felt like, but now happiness comes so naturally that although I’m still in high school, I feel as if things have already gotten better. Being gay is no longer a burden to me; it’s an accessory, an accent to my vibrant personality.

The homophobes in my town have taught me something. Not only have they taught me about ignorance but they’ve also thought me that the ones who mind me being gay don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind at all. I never thought I’d get here, but I love the person I’ve become, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for me.




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  1. hannah and hattie on Oct 21, 2010 at 6:54 pm

    We are so proud of you and we love you soo much, just the way you are! :) oh yeah and we miss you as you already know lol

  2. Caitlin on Oct 21, 2010 at 7:33 pm

    WE love you the way you are….we will always love you no matter what, you have great friends that will stand beside you all of the way!!! Stay true to yourself always and dont let anyone knock you down <3

  3. Kirk in Atlanta on Oct 22, 2010 at 1:12 am

    Thank you. Your story is a REAL glimpse into what a truly successful “It Gets Better” campaign should bring to us. When young folks, even in Jr. High or High School, have reached the emotional maturity to understand what you so clearly do – then the IMPACT of bullying will go away. Bullies will always exist – even long after high school. What changes is the ability of the person to understand the loser mindset of the bully and the very real non-event that a bully is in life. (bashing is something totally evil and other, not to be confused).

    You make me proud of my fellow Georgian – welcome to adulthood, son. You have a long and wonderful path ahead of you. Walk proud.

  4. Kelly on Nov 3, 2010 at 9:53 am

    “being gay is an accessory to my vibrant personality” What a great to put it!

  5. Doug in Milledgeville on Jul 1, 2011 at 1:37 pm

    Way to go, Devante! You are an inspiration, and I thank you for telling your story. You are right on: Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. Go forth in the world, and rock on!




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