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UNITED STATES

Male to Male relationships: Legal
Punishments for male to male relationships: No law
Female to Female Relationships: Legal
Age of consent: Equal for heterosexuals and homosexuals
Marriage and Substitutes for Marriage: Marriage laws vary in this country depending on area
Is it possible to change your gender on official documents?: Only in some areas
Gay or lesbian able to serve in the armed forces: Yes

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Have you undergone medical procedures in UNITED STATES for transition relating to gender identity?

The majority of people visiting this site have said No

Yes, and the treatment was excellent (8%) Yes, and the treatment was fair (25%) Yes, and the treatment was poor (8%) No (58%)

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ismael (user currently living in ITALY) posted for gay readers on 04/03/2012 tagged with lgbt families, sexual orientation, religion +10
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i always wanted to tell my story but never knew how. so here goes nothing.

my name is ismael vera jr. i was born and raised in new york. in Brooklyn. i am 21 now. i am gay Hispanic guy. my story had many story's. from the boy who was homeless because he was gay. to in high school drama. to bad relationship. to wanting to do it all to not doing anything. i just want a chance to some one to hear me out.

i am very nice. funny. out going. laid back guy. who likes to do many different things and always looking to try something new. but one thing is holding me back is that i never got to finish high school. when i started high school. it was great i loved to learn and loved school. my sister graduated from that school and my little sister came in after me. but my older sister was the only one who got to graduate. but my little sister and i had a little secret. i knew i was gay since i was little i use to mess with my cousin when i was younger. i always was into men. i was OK with my self. i got picked on in school but it didn't bother me as much as what was going on at home. i remember when i got a phone call from a teacher who i use to talk to. and that my mother had called the school demanding for me to come home. she said to me that she said that she read something of mine and that i was sick. from that i knew what she had found out for i use to write in my journal and my mother always looked though my things. i was so scared to go home that day. my mother is very religious. i remember going home and she asked me to read her my journal out load to her. she mad my sisters read it to her for she could not understand what i was writing. after that it was hell. she use to throw my cloths out. she threw out my books everything i had. i could not go out, have friends. watch tv. or anything. i would spend most of my time in my room. working out. she use to beat me and my sister. we fought a lot. i remember wanting to kill my self many times but was scared to go to hell. my mother hit my sister really bad once that she went to school and someone called ACS. my sister took the chance to leave. i was scared to leave. even though my mother did all that i couldn't do that, but i was just so tired and didn't want to live there any more. so i went with my sister. it was a scary thing going though ACS and foster care. its not what it seems. in court. i went back home in terms i would work.

my mother never let me work for she did not want to me become independent. she didn't even let me get my state id. i remember not going to school and stealing my social secretary card and my documents from my mother so i can get my state id. when got my first check for 260. if i remember right my mother went crazy. and said i got paid to much. she did not want me to work. i never understood why until she took me to this place. she where they gave her money because i was a premature child and got SSI. she use to tell me to act like i couldn't read. she did not tell them i was working. when they found out my, and my mother had to pay them back she was upset and said i had to pay back a lot of money. she hated that i was gay and that my sister left with foster care and blamed on me. i went home one day and she threw everything out. i was 18 and i could not go back to foster care. so i was in my last year of high school and need 3 credits to graduate. i was leaving from house to house. in trains. in a stockroom of a mall. i got a job and i started to go to programs for gay youth i got in. but i had to get a job and i just wanted to have my own place. so i got more work. i moved from program to program. i was modeling, go go dancing. working at 2 jobs and working for the census at the time and i couldn't do school. i didn't sleep. so i stop going. my school helped me as much as they can.

at one point in high school it was like the movie "mean girls". but things got bad. i remember my friend punching the mirror in the boys bathroom because of something and cops caking him aways. it was bad at one point. i went from a no body. to knowing everybody in high school. and at the end. i was by my self.

i was very stupid for not graduating. i really wish i could go back and do things over. now i am with my boyfriend in Italy for a month and i am going to try to get my GED in new york. i just wanted to tell my story. it gets better.
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ismael (user currently living in ITALY) posted for gay readers on 04/03/2012 tagged with lgbt families, sexual orientation, religion +10
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i always wanted to tell my story but never knew how. so here goes nothing.

my name is ismael vera jr. i was born and raised in new york. in Brooklyn. i am 21 now. i am gay Hispanic guy. my story had many story's. from the boy who was homeless because he was gay. to in high school drama. to bad relationship. to wanting to do it all to not doing anything. i just want a chance to some one to hear me out.

i am very nice. funny. out going. laid back guy. who likes to do many different things and always looking to try something new. but one thing is holding me back is that i never got to finish high school. when i started high school. it was great i loved to learn and loved school. my sister graduated from that school and my little sister came in after me. but my older sister was the only one who got to graduate. but my little sister and i had a little secret. i knew i was gay since i was little i use to mess with my cousin when i was younger. i always was into men. i was OK with my self. i got picked on in school but it didn't bother me as much as what was going on at home. i remember when i got a phone call from a teacher who i use to talk to. and that my mother had called the school demanding for me to come home. she said to me that she said that she read something of mine and that i was sick. from that i knew what she had found out for i use to write in my journal and my mother always looked though my things. i was so scared to go home that day. my mother is very religious. i remember going home and she asked me to read her my journal out load to her. she mad my sisters read it to her for she could not understand what i was writing. after that it was hell. she use to throw my cloths out. she threw out my books everything i had. i could not go out, have friends. watch tv. or anything. i would spend most of my time in my room. working out. she use to beat me and my sister. we fought a lot. i remember wanting to kill my self many times but was scared to go to hell. my mother hit my sister really bad once that she went to school and someone called ACS. my sister took the chance to leave. i was scared to leave. even though my mother did all that i couldn't do that, but i was just so tired and didn't want to live there any more. so i went with my sister. it was a scary thing going though ACS and foster care. its not what it seems. in court. i went back home in terms i would work.

my mother never let me work for she did not want to me become independent. she didn't even let me get my state id. i remember not going to school and stealing my social secretary card and my documents from my mother so i can get my state id. when got my first check for 260. if i remember right my mother went crazy. and said i got paid to much. she did not want me to work. i never understood why until she took me to this place. she where they gave her money because i was a premature child and got SSI. she use to tell me to act like i couldn't read. she did not tell them i was working. when they found out my, and my mother had to pay them back she was upset and said i had to pay back a lot of money. she hated that i was gay and that my sister left with foster care and blamed on me. i went home one day and she threw everything out. i was 18 and i could not go back to foster care. so i was in my last year of high school and need 3 credits to graduate. i was leaving from house to house. in trains. in a stockroom of a mall. i got a job and i started to go to programs for gay youth i got in. but i had to get a job and i just wanted to have my own place. so i got more work. i moved from program to program. i was modeling, go go dancing. working at 2 jobs and working for the census at the time and i couldn't do school. i didn't sleep. so i stop going. my school helped me as much as they can.

at one point in high school it was like the movie "mean girls". but things got bad. i remember my friend punching the mirror in the boys bathroom because of something and cops caking him aways. it was bad at one point. i went from a no body. to knowing everybody in high school. and at the end. i was by my self.

i was very stupid for not graduating. i really wish i could go back and do things over. now i am with my boyfriend in Italy for a month and i am going to try to get my GED in new york. i just wanted to tell my story. it gets better.
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