• Every time I looked at him, I could swear he just looked right through me. Like I was a piece of shattered glass. Well, I guess you could say that's exactly what I was. Shattered glass. It's not that I wasn't attractive or whatever, it's just that, my sister was more attractive. Long blond hair, perfect red lips, and a perfect hourglass figure. Who actually HAS those any more? She just got under my skin. And also, her D-cupped breasts she was so proud to show off.

    What pisses me off more though is that she claims they're not implants. Ha. What a lie! She got implants the day after her sweet sixteen birthday party. Mom and dad didn't care. She was their first daughter. Spoil the oldest, make fun of the youngest right? Well somehow, that just didn't seem right to me. And every time I voice my opinion, guess who gets bitched at? Me. Anyway, there's not much you can do when your sister is a supermodel girl, and you're just the average guy.

    Yes. Guy. I am a boy. And am in love with another boy. My name is Taylor. Just recently I had my twentieth birthday. Out of school, out of house. I'd figured people would know that I knew exactly what every slur of homosexual was. There were a few I hadn't heard of, though. The most popular in high school were f*****t, queer, gay, dyke... You know. The usual ones.

    Again, that's beside the point. I'm here to tell my story. It's not exactly happy, but it's better than never telling it. Telling you of the three year struggle I had of trying to live through high school, and trying to hit it off with a guy I knew was straight