If I am to talk about my early teen years, I wouldn’t complain about homophobia.
Rather, I would call it a deprived period, deprived of my real identity.
For the many years in which I discovered my homosexual tendencies I lived in great denial.
I hated who I was. I was under the illusion that homosexual and believer was an either/or identity.
However, as I matured through my teens I was half convinced that I would accept atheism rather than live in denial.
I still did not find clarity in my life.
It was not until very recently (I am currently in my late teens) that I discovered that this was not necessarily a choice.
I knew that I was a unique individual loved by my creator.
To me, the unanswered questions of atheism outweighed the belief.
A homosexual theist is who I am. I have accepted myself, and the ones that truly know how to love would accept me too.