The hate of ones own friends and family against sexual orientation and races. I was raised in a southern family with a great grandfather who calls black people headhunters every day, a grandfather who believes all gay people should be disowned and are child molesters, a father who all my child hood told me to toughen up, stop crying, and be a man. These are only a small portion of the reason I have hid and tried to be train myself to be more masculine. Even though you love the shirt with the flowers on it instead get the one with a football.
All of these things can be easily disproven yet, they will not listen to reason... At one point I move away to Colorado for a winter season to finally be myself. I enjoyed being openly gay however would always come back to my home in Florida. Always searching for that possible happiness.
I had a few friends who understood who I was. I have always not changed because I would lose and disappoint many who are close to me. although at this point, I am gonna lose myself if I continue to follow the path of hiding who I am from the world. who knows maybe some will support me....