tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13744728.post114867334770737661..comments2023-11-03T03:07:52.596-07:00Comments on A Gay Athlete's Life: High Schoolsluggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11436409260585649154noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13744728.post-1153606435472827612006-07-22T15:13:00.000-07:002006-07-22T15:13:00.000-07:00Hey. . .I just finished reading the first page of ...Hey. . .I just finished reading the first page of your blog. You're an awesome writer--intelligent, articulate and expressive. I wanted to e-mail you, but can't seem to find your address anywhere. So, if you wanna exchange some thoughts, hit me at boytrainer@gmail.com. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13744728.post-1150088882029479142006-06-11T22:08:00.000-07:002006-06-11T22:08:00.000-07:00I want to say that I would have been the same way ...I want to say that I would have been the same way if I had been in a big team sport, but I was such a pussy in high school that nothing ever would have happened. I played football and baseball in middle school. Around 8th grade during football seasons I realized I liked guys, but by then we were about to move to Atlanta. At that point I focused exclusively on golf and aside from 9th grade mandatory PE had no locker room experiences. This sounds weird but competitive golf is one of the straightest things you will ever see. 10th, 11th, 12th grade I was looking for every indication possible from my fellow competitors and found nothing. We played tournaments in Georgia, Virginia, Mississippi, Florida, everywhere in the southeast and I had nothing even close to a possible hookup.<BR/><BR/>Thankfully my brother swam my senior (his sophomore) year, so I got to check out the guys in guise of hanging out with him.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the memoriesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com