I know I am an entire day late, but this testimony has no date, time, or space. For it is and always will be a story to tell.

Hmm, where do I begin….. I can vividly remember being in the 2nd grade and wanting to hold the job of the caboose at the end of every line. The reason will probably blow you away! All I wanted to do was pretend that I wasn’t paying attention with my head turned the other way, just to bump into, and hump the little girl in front of me. When I played with my female friends at age 9, I just wanted to play hump wrestling. The sensation of my body on another females body gave me great pleasure at such a young age. Oddly enough I had never been exposed to this type of lifestyle. I had never even seen a gay couple until I reached high school.

And ooohhh high school! The place where I wanted to fit in sooo bad that I prayed every night for GOD to stop me from looking at the backside of every female that walked past me in the hallways. The place where I kept a few “boyfriends” to look normal. The same place where I dressed as comfortable as I was allowed to, when I preferred shorts to tight jeans, and tennis shoes to heels. The place where I lost myself. Four years of being who everyone else wanted me to be was finally over the day I stepped foot into college.

I can remember my first week of college as I began to see people for the individuals they were. This was a place where everyone was free to be themselves, and judgments didnt exist in that manner. No-one there to tell me that “i look like a boy”, or ask “where are your earrings”, or “why do you pimp when you walk”. Those were all comments of the past. I started college January 2005, and by March 2005, I was coming into my own. My hair was different, my wardrobe was different, even the way I talked was different. But it was ME‼️

There were a million people upset with me, people I loved the most! Many nights full of tears, anger, and hate. But I stayed true to who I was, and I allowed them time to cope. I overcame, conquered, and used that energy to prove everybody wrong. I will never forget my brother saying “my sister didnt change anything but her clothes, she is the exact same person she has always been. Those same people that judged and chastised me, now love Me for Me, and I wouldn’t trade this experience for ANYTHING.

I encourage you to not judge people for decisions they make in their own life. Your support could literally be the difference between life and death. I thank GOD for the family and friends that did love and support me the same. They helped me choose LIFE.

-Shon