I don’t know how else to say it—I had gay voice growing up. Still kind of have gay voice. It’s not a pejorative, so much as it’s a fact. Growing up, there were gay kids who could duck and cover when it came to their sexuality, and then there were kids like me who get called by their mom’s names when they answered the phone, even though they were fourteen years old and the time for that should have passed. You get to a point where you are angry about it. Or you mask it. Eventually, you try to accept it, and if life really goes your way, you embrace it. Stereotypes like “gay men with effeminate voices” are like tee ball practice for a particular kind of asshole. Those kinds of people tend to utilize the joke to the point where you feel like you have to work harder, be tougher, do more. Especially in circles with other men. I’ve always known there was someone thinking of me differen… Click below to read the full story from Esquire
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