You know that feeling you have when you’ve done something embarrassing, but just pray that no one else seen you do it? Maybe you fell, dropped something, or just made some kind of mistake and that feeling of shame, embarrassment or fear comes over you. I remember growing up loving basketball, until I realized I was gay. After realizing I was gay and others realizing I was gay, I remember those same feeling walking out on the court. Would the other team chant “faggot” or would someone scream it out in the middle of the game? Would my family hear or my friends? This is the point when basketball became less fun and I found myself having to take tums before the game to help calm my anxiety and stomach. Basketball was my escape from childhood events that I had gone through. Now it had become something I loved, but also something I feared to do. I never thought I would find the love I so once had for the game.
Then I moved to Seattle and joined the “Gay Basketball league” where I met some of my best friends. Friends that I believe I will have for the rest of my life.
myself surrounded by. I felt like that kid watching “Space Jam” all over again, playing pickup ball in my yard with my brother and cousins. I realized I found that love for the game again.