I Think Therefore

Too Young to Choose?

I’m going to kill myself. I can’t stand it any longer. It started when I was eight.
My Mothers gave me the choice.
I thought it would be a laugh to wear a skirt to school. Embarrass the teachers. Pretend to go into the girls’ changing room.
It was fun.
I was the centre of attention. Then my friends changed. Were they jealous? At break-time they just walked over and grabbed my skirt.
Pulled.
It fell.
They laughed. Called me a sissy. They’ve never let me forget.
I’m now ten. They call me Gay-boy.
I’m not. I’m not.
Am I?