Were you bullied at school for being gay?

That's nifty.

R1 you should be so dismissive of childhood trauma.

I want whatever OP is smoking.

Yeah. Fucked me up for life. I’ve never had normal self esteem and pretty much assume people hate me on first sight. One of my bullies called me out of the blue a few years ago. I hadn’t lived in that shitty town for 30 years. Anyway he wanted to apologize for bullying me and by the way he is gay himself. I said thanks but no thanks. Found out he’s a right wing Catholic-convert LOON when I found his Facebook. Crazy crazy stuff, and this was a few years pre-MAGA/QAnon.

Oh and I forgot my other main tormentor (there were two of them and they weren’t friends). Turns out he’s gay too and very active in his gay friendly church in Atlanta. Fuck you Mike, bet your church friends don’t know what a hateful bully you were in school, you piece of shit.

No.

Isn't everyone bullied?

No.

1980s, small rural town. I was called fag or fairy almost every day. Kids would push other kids into me and say, “ooh, now you have AIDS”. it affected me for a long time after, but I have let it go. I can’t imagine what kids deal with in the age of social media.

I wasn't bullied at all in high school, but there were only 7 people in my graduating class. And I wasn't gay until college.

Yes I was. By an older teenage girl , no less, She was right out of a John Waters movie. I remember she actually spit on me. I survived, but all these years later, I’d love to track her down and fuck with her life. Or kill her.

OP, aren't you the one who also gets abused by your stud stepsons/brothers/cousins/dad's friends, etc. ad nauseum?

-10,0000/10

What's SASA? What's SASA, precious?

R13 it means straight acting and straight appearing. It means hot mascular men that all gay men want and very few get.

I was bullied at school in the 80s, but my mum is pretty tough and had gone through that because she was poor, and she told me that if you pretend you don't give a shit and don't react, the bullies will get bored and move on to somebody else. It actually worked, but I felt bad for the next person.

My niece was being bullied at intermediate school (ages 11 -13 in my country) and I passed on the 'pretend not to give a shit' method but added a 'call them "fucking cunts"' appendix which seemed to work.

Mitt Romney, of course, helped in a group attack against a gay classmate

Most of Datalounge were closet cases (and still are).

0/10

Every single day.

These cornfed jocks were something else though. Mascular, straight, square jawed, aryan good looks. Most had big, thick teenage cocks and heavy balls with thick golden bush. I was so incredibly attracted to these fabulous mascular men but they would always treat me cruelly with physical and sexual abuse.

I love the real replies here <-- that's sarcasm, btw

[bold]It's sad how some DLers are constantly drunk, brain dead, or just lazy.[/bold]

Don't forget the homophobic and misogynistic insults, R20/OP/SBT.

Bullied? Not really no. I got through most of my school life pretty unscathed In fact becoming a theater kid kinda helped my social situation. I was free to hold my books up to my chest without many raised eyebrows. Sure, I would get asked if I was gay but I would either laugh it off or just act dumb. The worst I ever got from a teacher was her saying "I took you for more the National enquirer type." when skimming the magazines. Senior year is when I got any bullying done to me. In gym class, I had a guy jump on top of me while walking the track and say "let me take you out back and fuck you." I freaked out and went to the office. The office staff made him apologize to me. I say staff because I think it was those secretaries who busted his ass! I was adored by older ladies. I got into a fight with another guy who called me a fat queer. It really took all the strength I had and slammed him against the bleachers and said "You go to HELLLLL!" hearing myself say that I thought that is kind of a fat queer thing to say. But HE is the one who got in trouble. I got to go shower and he went to the office.

High school for me was 9th-12th grade in 1978-1982. I was the short small 105 pound skinny Italian kid, quiet & kept to myself, sat at the front of the class in front if the teachers desk, always went to the school library during recess to do homework. Gym class I Iingered to watch and observe the sexy jocks, listen intently to all their bragging sex talk and BS, I was so unnoticeable that no one paid any attention to me most times, like I wasn't even there,, I guess it was a blessing in disguise. But I survived. :-)

^^high school is weird, you just have to get through it.

Yes, in middle-school, mostly 7th and 8th grades. By 9th grade most kids were growing up and out of it.

It was awful and made me dread going to school. I'll always gratefully remember Mr V, who weighed about 300 pounds and had a soft spot for me. He figured out that this one kid was bullying me and asked me about it, and I confirmed it. I don't know what he said to the bully, but he left me alone forever after, and actually became a friend of mine in high school. In retrospect, he was probably gay, too.

I was bullied relentlessly from first grade through middle school. Less so in high school.

I don't think it was related to being gay so much as being "different."

R27 did the bullies humiliate and degrade you? We’re masc, built teachers involved?

Only in grade school. And not so much bullied but teased. I transfered from catholic to public school, and inner city kids could be cruel. I was a bit zesty. By the time middle school rolled around it all stopped cause I was so dam good looking and all the girls liked me.

In my case, worse than achool (where there was some name calling), were the neighborhood kids, mostly on the summer holidays when my parents made my sister and go play outside. It was rather horrible and you never fully recover.

Anyone suffer physical or sexual assaults from jocks, Physical Ed coaches, and stocky principals? Was anyone beaten or raped in the changing rooms or behind the bleachers?

You should be so lucky, OP... dream on!

OP- I do applaud you for one thing- using the word MASCULAR

Who groomed you, OP? Someone must of groomed you, because that’s the only way kids ever become gay. I’m so greatful to our wonderful Governor DeSantis for making sure this never happens to my precious Braydyn’nn!

Omg what a cringey post. I guess I should have read the entire thing in full. I would have never commented. OP is a loser or a troll.

Two sentences in and I recognized this as the latest offering from the Shit Brickhouse Troll.

I was a tall thin rather nebbish 7th grader. Some guy in class started seriously picking on me and this handsome, athletic guy named Dave Smith told him to knock it off. Which he did.

Not THAT much but I’m a bit younger. I was in school from the mid 90s to mid 2000s. People definitely could tell I was gay but I was smart and “involved” so they didn’t care.

Gay little boys are hated by everyone. I was tortured by a group of kids that made it their main mission to make my life a living hell from grade school through Jr. High. I remember my mom going getting suspicious that my grades were falling in 4th grade (usually I got very high marks) - she didn't like the way my papers were corrected and compared them to a neighbors who was in my class and she felt their was disparity. I couldn't explain to her that this teacher hated me - I was at the point where I thought that was normal, and it was somehow my fault. She met with the teacher, and things only got worse. This teacher actually used to call me the little faggot,, which really got the rest of the class going. She was such a cunt - to this day I'd like to punch her in her fat ugly face - of course she's probably dead by now - good. I wish I could go back in time and ease that sweet little boys broken heart -I skipped a grade, which helped in leaving my known bullies behind, but the new kids grew to resent me right away - when I got to HS, everything changed -

This is definitely the brick shithouse troll, right?

Yes. There were three. One went to prison and is STILL serving a 25-Life sentence for killing a guy who asked him to shoot him up with the heroin he'd sold him, and his girlfriend at the time died in a Jeep accident before being arrested in connection.

The second one has had multiple children, and the last time I looked several years ago, was arrested for selling hard drugs out of a Motel 6 BESIDE THE STATE POLICE BARRACKS. He continues to go in and out of jail. He may even be in prison now too, for all I know.

The third appolgized when I saw him at a bar years ago. And what do you know? He's gay too, and has been in a ltr for twenty years or so. They just got married last year, I think.

So, it all worked out in the end.

[quote] "appolgized"

*apologized

Gay people were not out when I was going to school, but it seemed like everyone was called a fag. Went to school in California with a lot of surfers in the 80s and they were the worst. Most of them were toe-head blonds with bad skin, peeling red faces and cro-mag Tom Petty teeth. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but I was better looking than many of those that were. The surfers were insanely jealous of me because I had skin that would tan naturally during the summer, not turn red. So, yeah, I was called "fag" because of it.

[quote] Isn't everyone bullied?

It's now fashionable in the media. Every aspiring media-whore needs a back-story.

Sounds like conversion or aversion therapy. Butch it up.

No I mean don't bullies just lash out at everyone around them? I only had general purpose bullying. But I had some non bullies do some bad things to me, single incidents only.

R45 that's what my teachers said. They said to stop acting like a faggot in front of the whole class. I had (have) a high-pitched, dramatic voice, and I shake my (broad) hips when I walk. I was once beat down so bad they send me to the principal. I had jock cum farting out of my hole from a brutal, unlubed assault where I bore the brunt of priapic teenage cock. The principal immediately smacked me upside the head with a ruler. I screamed and crumpled like a sack of potatoes. He then said, "Boy, I's really gonna show you now", the next thing I know this huge man, built like a linebacker on steroids, invaded my gaping bowels with his master rod of pleasure and pain.

Anyone here have stories of being beaten or abused by hot straight jocks or principals?

So many of you [bold]FUCKING IDIOTS around here[/bold] are literally engaging SINCERELY with an OP who wrote this IN THE FUCKING OP:

[quote]Once I was in the 7th grade and I was pantsed in front of the teacher. She was a kindly schoolmarm in her mid-50s. Typical cornbread small town American. But at this show of naked homophobia, as my pants and underwear fell to my ankles she pointed and shrieked with laughter at my inferior faggot cocklet. She said, "That ain't no cawk, boy, that's a clit!". The class roared with laughter, and one of the jocks kicked me in the balls. I collapsed, cradling my bruised nuts, and the teacher took her ruler and smacked my ass repeatedly calling me a fag...

And that's just in the 2nd paragraph. Wait till you idiots go back and read the 3rd paragraph. I mean, I can sort of understand not clicking on links to read articles in an OP - but not even reading the entire OP before responding. There's far too many of you failing homos around here. GET IT TOGETHER PEOPLE.

I even tried a heads up at R21 but, nope, the dullards just scrolled past with no comprehension.

R48 what cynical person u r. I bet u don't trust anyone.

R48 you're lucky you grew up in a liberal, safe city. I grew up in rural Nebraska and this is how life was for effeminate kids.

R50 it's called tough love. The purpose of men is to go to war and kill gooks.

R51 that sounds hot and masc. my hole just got a little wetter.

Gay boys are straight boys' first 'women'. They sexually harrass, stalk, beat-up and threaten them til they start getting access to real pussy.

I wasn’t bullied but developed a very paranoid fear over being found out/bullied for it. In school I felt like I had a big neon sign on me that said Fag that everyone could see. If I heard people laughing, I knew it was about me.

I was also fairly overweight, but left school for a year to do Independent Study, lost 30lbs, & went back junior & senior year to graduate. When I was thinner, my paranoia became far worse: I’d felt a bit invisible when fat, now I was “normal” & felt more conspicuous.

My biggest fear was being found out by other gay people, especially in public settings with family present; I imagined they’d point me out & out me on the spot, my family would find out.

I wish I could attribute my fear to a bullying incident, but this was entirely my own invented fear. I grew up in the Bay Area & have a pretty liberal family. After I came out at 19, my fear evaporated immediately.

I have very fond memories of earlier childhood, but my teen years, ugh. I can’t imagine how other people do, coming from less privileged backgrounds & having to deal with far worse.

R54, was there any physical or sexual abuse? Did you have mixed feelings about it?

^no, no abuse of any kind. I grew up Catholic & I think that’s where a lot of the guilt & paranoia came from. Now I’m pretty much an atheist.

Growing up I’d heard stories on talk shows about gay kids being thrown out of their house & winding up on the street. I did fear that in my own situation, but again, very irrational fear. I had the same fear of homelessness when my parents had divorced a few years prior; I guess I don’t like change very much!

It was an easy dig but honestly, I don't think I was bullied so much for being gay in those years as being a loner misfit that didn't clearly fit into any of the traditional school cliques despite I could claim membership in most of them. It was the same situation in the lgbt community, really, until I learned to become a vacuous whore.

Back in the 60s I was called fairy, faggot, queer. My p. e. teacher called me peewee and twinkle toes. This was in elementary school.

I was the quiet, nerdy kid who read a lot and walked a little funny because of my hips. They used to mimic my walk as well.

I worked in a gay business in the 90s and names didn’t phase me. I owned them. I’ve been at peace ever since.

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This was the same teacher who, when announcing her pregnancy, said, "I just pray my first baby is a boy. I'll have a boy, and then, maybe later, I'll have a girl, because if you do it the other way around, there's a good chance the boy will turn out to be funny."

"Funny as in having no arms and legs?" I asked.

"That," the teacher said, "is far from funny. That is tragic. And you, sir, should have your lips sewn shut for saying such an ugly thing. When I say funny I mean funny as in," she relaxed her wrist, allowing her hand to dangle and flop, "I mean funny as in that kind of funny." She minced across the room, but it failed to illustrate her point, as this was her natural walk. A series of gambling little steps, her back held straight, giving the illusion she was balancing something of value atop her empty head.

My math teacher did a much better version. A former coach, he accompanied his routine with a high pitched lisp, snatching a purse off the back of a student's chair, he pranced about the room, batting his eyes and blowing kisses at the boys seated on the front row. [? "'Tho 'fery nice to meet you," he'd say. Not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I hooted and squawked along with the rest of the class, all the while thinking, that's me he's talking about.

What really bothered me was that this was such an easy way to get a laugh. As entertainers, these teachers were nothing, zero, they could barely impersonate themselves. "Look at you," the coach would shout, skipping across the basketball court. "You're a group of ladies, a bunch of silly queers."

I had never done anything with another guy, and literally prayed it would never happen. As much as I fantasized about it, I understood that there could be nothing worse than that. You'd see them on television from time to time, the homosexuals, maybe on one of the afternoon talk programs or filling in as a contestant on one of the game shows. They were the celebrities never asked about their home life, the men running a scarf under their toupee or framing their face with their open palms in an attempt to eliminate the circles beneath their eyes. "The poor man's face lift," my mother called it.

Regardless of their natty attire, they were always sweaty and desperate, willing to play the fool in exchange for the studio applause they seemed to mistake for love and acceptance. I saw something of myself in their mock weary delivery and the way they crossed their legs and laughed at their own jokes

....

I washed my hands until they were pink and wrinkled, and then, deciding that clean hands were a sure giveaway, I dug my fingers into my mother's planter in order to pack dirt beneath my nails. The day to day anxiety was bad enough without my instructors taking their feeble little potshots. If my math teacher were able to subtract the alcohol from his diet, he'd still be on the football field where he belonged, and my Spanish teacher's credentials were based on nothing more than a long weekend in Tijuana as far as I was concerned.

Except for a few transfer students, I'd known most of the homosexuals since third grade. We'd spent years gathered together in cinder block offices as one speech therapist after another tried curing us of our lisps. Had there been a walking specialist, we would have met there, too. These were the same boys who avoided the shortcut through the woods and were the first to raise their hands when the teacher asked for a volunteer to read aloud from The Yearling or Lord of the Flies.

Yes, but I hit back with cruel sarcasm and intellectual bullying. This rang true.

Verbal abuse can give you PTSD. To this day I'm afraid of attention being focused on me, or public speaking.

r61 Try therapy.