Day 2 : My First Gay Friend

My First Gay Friend

It was the first week of graduation. I came from a small town into a sprawling big city, known for its culture and diversity. 

I was shy yet confident and ready to explore and learn.

I met my classmates and made new friends. One of them was Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam!" He said with a cheeky smile. "I don't have many friends here."

I looked at him, thinking, was it because he is fat? That's not a reason to not befriend someone. "Well the year has just begun, you'll make friends. Even I just got to know a few people."

"I'm gay." He said solemnly

"So?" I blurted, not seeing the problem.

"Most people don't befriend me because of that.

I frowned, "But there's nothing wrong in being gay."

He smiled warmly, "Thank you! Not many people accept me for who I am."

"Most people are stupid, don't bother."

"True. Sometimes they say shit and it hurts."

"I'm sorry, I've never been in such a situation but it sounds terrible. But don't worry, you got me and if anyone says anything to you, I'll beat them up."

He looked at me and chuckled. I was a skinny, small girl who talked about fighting someone much larger than her.

"I can punch people where it hurts the most, don't try me."

"Okay, okay. Friends?"

"You got my back." I shook hands with him

That's how I made my first gay friend, long before I knew I was one myself.