My name is Mason Maddux. I am from a small town known as Leesburg, Ga.
Never heard of it? Exactly.
No one has.
I lived in Ft. Lauderdale for about 6 years. I spent Kindergarden through half of 3rd grade there. It was probably some of the best times of my life. I had the beach less than 30mins away from me. It was pretty much bliss.
Then it happened.
My dad was transferred to Bumblefuck,Ga. I went from beaches and shopping malls, to tractors and well, more tractors. Talk about complete devastation for a little homo in training.
I guess this little one was going to learn to play dirty.
Now, I can't say that moving there was horrible, but by no means was it the best. I would end up spending 10 years of my life there, so I had to make the best of it. I made some of the best friends, and had some of the best times.
I just can't help but feel a little bitter about that place though. It would be where my parents divorce, where I would be laughed upon for being gay, before I even knew what gay was.
Growing up there wasn't easy. I had all the little country rednecks growing up with me. Instead of learning how to hunt with Dad, I was at the house spending time with my mom, doing household chores and what-not.
I knew I was always different growing up. I'd rather be chilling and talking with the girls, then out playing wrestle with the boys. It was always easier for me to befriend a girl. So I always had like 173769 girlfriends, and about 5 boy friends.
Growing up in middle and highschool was SOOOO much better. You start maturing. I started to realize that I was gay. I came out my Sophomore year in highschool, and it was probably the best thing I had ever done. Everyone was totally cool about it.
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