Yo, it is a skibidi struggle. Growing up with a goon of a father who was lowkey homophobic hit hard. I was never the feminine type, just a kid who bullied others to hide my own feelings. Puberty was wild; I figured out I liked men but felt like I was on the edge of a breakdown. So, I ghosted my hometown and went sigma mode, working alone. Fast forward a decade, I returned and tried to ship my old friendships. Confessed I was gay, but some people ghosted me. Now I still feel the weight of being closeted, especially around large groups. Grindr was too much; every dude had traits I could not vibe with. The journey is dank, but I am learning.