As I have brought up in a few of the blogs, I am not exactly
the ‘normal person’ where it comes to the ‘traditional family background
issues.’ I was raised by my mother and by my grandmother. I lived in a rather
well-off portion of Houston and other times, when I stayed with my father, I
lived in areas other people might defined as ‘urban ghettos.’ I was never
friends with many boys and the females I was friends with did not particularly
take to me since I was not masculine. I grew up being viewed as homosexual
because my voice did not crack until I was older than most kids and, as the
female friends I had did not hang out with me besides where school was involved,
I was not considered normal. I have always fit into self-made friend groups; I
am not, nor have I ever considered myself, popular or influential among my
peers. Because of the notion that I was thought of a homosexual as a kid I was
lobbed with rocks and spit on, sometimes in the same day. It was not rampant but it did happen. I have lived
then in both the rich and poor upbringing circles as well as the prejudiced and
the privileged social groups.
