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	<title>Comments on: A Gay Boys Advice To Parents</title>
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	<description>Help For Parents Of Gay Children</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:12:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: claudia</title>
		<link>http://gayfamilysupport.com/blog/a-gay-boys-advice-to-parents#comment-806</link>
		<author>claudia</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:04:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi I am a parent of a 14year old boy that I have noticed that he tends to look at boys more than girls and he has more girls as friends then boys at one point he stated that he liked boys and that he was confused and now he says he is strait but i dont believe that . when I read you note you made me cry because I find my self being mean to my son at time I am so sorry I am crying for help 

A Sad parent</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi I am a parent of a 14year old boy that I have noticed that he tends to look at boys more than girls and he has more girls as friends then boys at one point he stated that he liked boys and that he was confused and now he says he is strait but i dont believe that . when I read you note you made me cry because I find my self being mean to my son at time I am so sorry I am crying for help </p>
<p>A Sad parent</p>
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		<title>By: Joseph McRory</title>
		<link>http://gayfamilysupport.com/blog/a-gay-boys-advice-to-parents#comment-657</link>
		<author>Joseph McRory</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 12:06:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I feel like I can relate to this. Ever since I was a little boy I like to play with make up and play with girls. All my friends in the orphanage were mostly girls. Some boys were mean to me. I had a really close girl friend, named Katya. When I got adopted, my parents suspected that I would probably be gay. I was too young to understand. In fifth grade through middle school I was picked because I was so weak and sensitive, and I wasn't what they expected of me. To make the long story short, I started having crushes on guys my freshmen year of high school. I came out to my friends. They accepted me. That summer my mom found out I was gay. She kept asking me so many questions, and even harrassed me. I am a sophomore now, almost a junior. This year I wore lip gloss at school, to make me feel comfortable. I came home with nail polish on my fingers one day from school and my mom got angry. I know I am very flamboyant and feminine, but I can't help it. My mom tells me what to do. She makes fun of me. She tells me to keep my hands down. It's hard not to. She won't accept me, neither will my dad. I cry a lot. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep. " Mom, why won't you just accept me?" Please help me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I feel like I can relate to this. Ever since I was a little boy I like to play with make up and play with girls. All my friends in the orphanage were mostly girls. Some boys were mean to me. I had a really close girl friend, named Katya. When I got adopted, my parents suspected that I would probably be gay. I was too young to understand. In fifth grade through middle school I was picked because I was so weak and sensitive, and I wasn&#8217;t what they expected of me. To make the long story short, I started having crushes on guys my freshmen year of high school. I came out to my friends. They accepted me. That summer my mom found out I was gay. She kept asking me so many questions, and even harrassed me. I am a sophomore now, almost a junior. This year I wore lip gloss at school, to make me feel comfortable. I came home with nail polish on my fingers one day from school and my mom got angry. I know I am very flamboyant and feminine, but I can&#8217;t help it. My mom tells me what to do. She makes fun of me. She tells me to keep my hands down. It&#8217;s hard not to. She won&#8217;t accept me, neither will my dad. I cry a lot. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep. &#8221; Mom, why won&#8217;t you just accept me?&#8221; Please help me.</p>
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