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My Story Starts Here - Chapter 1

Hello.
I want to start this first post of by saying, I am by no means a writer.
You will probably find all kinds of errors here as its been decades since I sat down and attempted to write something that wasn't just a comment on Twitter or a text message that corrects itself.
You may find that charming, or not, doesn't really matter to me.
I'm just here to tell my story and get this off my chest.
I do want to point out I will not use real names on this blog, I am not a victim of anything that happened.
I was fully aware of how the situations occurred and made all of these decisions myself.
This disclaimer will make sense as we go through this blog.

I am a 40-something gay man.
As the kids may say I am a homosexual cis male, I think that's how it works, I am still learning all of this new lingo.
I am chubby, ok with that, comfortable in my own skin and aware that I will never or have never been the poster boy for the most commonly found attractive men.
Again, just for context and the readers, I don't care that I am not atypical.

My high school years and things that happened have continued to be something I think about often.
From time to time I have thought to myself "Maybe I should write this down"
How would all of this sound to me after I write the words down for me to look at and read?
Would it still feel so close to me or would I read it like someone who is seeing this all for the first time?
How did I get to where I am?
How did I become the person I am?
How much of this molded me into who I am at the core?

Hopefully this experiment helps me look into myself and learn who I am in a way I haven't yet been able to fully capture.
With that being said, lets begin.



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