I give up on the idea of intimacy and dedicate all my time to school and writing. Homophobia pushes me to self-harm. After graduating from high school, I come out as bisexual.

My second coming out is as burdensome as the first. I develop an attraction toward girls, grow sick of my fake friends and homophobia in Israel, and fall into depression. Twelve years later, I realize I’ve failed in life.

My sixteenth birthday heralds dark hobbies, new and lost friendships, the realization that I’ll never have a boyfriend, and coming out at long last.

High school develops an affection in me for gore and sadism, as I write, direct, and star in a music video of The Beatles’ Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.

My plan to come out on my fifteenth birthday is foiled by external circumstances.

Parties, bullies, and tears lead to physicial, emotional, and social growth.

I lose a close friend to her series of boyfriends and worry that coming out will ruin my friendships. My growth over the past year makes me wonder about future changes.

Stories of Israeli teenagers with queer relationships inspire me to come out and work on my abysmal self-esteem.

I continue to have nightmares as I grow addicted to my new Nintendo DSi and realize gay people exist everywhere.

My nightmares persist as I sink into anger, pain, and jealousy over a dubious friend and her boyfriend. I must come out soon.

“You’ll always be alone, because you’re gay,” she said. No one will ever want me. I’d cry if I hadn’t lost the ability to. Writing is the only thing that offers me refuge.

Even though my genes made me hideous, I finally have friends, for the first time ever. Relief pacifices my need to come out.

As I wait for my coveted Nintendo DSi, I feel misunderstood by my friends, and decide to come out.

Homework, exams, nightmares, and ugliness make me anxious, yet I can’t even count on my friends.

As I fantasize about a Nintendo DS and worry about coming out to hostile friends, a cryptic nightmare keeps me up.

I go back to seventh grade and recall the pressure other students put on me to come out.