Growing up as a male in Africa, in terms of my gender, I had been given a set of societal lines to follow that was seen as satisfactory in the eyes of society at large. When I was young I begin falling in love with the sport of soccer. This mostly male dominant sport was a beginning in lessons on masculinity or in reference, sexual orientation. In Africa we have a great sense of familial orientation that upholds a family unit as the most important aspect of life and when you take a certain sense of closeness you are given at home into the outside world you will learn that not every situation accepts “niceness”. On the street where I would play you had to be tough, while in the house you were loved and shown humility even after being scolded. Finding this balance was literally a mismatched force of nature. I am naturally docile, empathetic individual, very understanding, receptive and comprehensive in general. This doesn't always play well into the masculinity demanded of the nature of the game and can lead to your sexuality being questioned. I learned that sexual orientation seemed to be tied into the way you carry yourself. I was cognizant of others who couldn't find the balance and was able to portray a more “masculine” approach to my game not to mention my demeanor. I find that here in America with the shift towards a more accepting nation of the LGBT communities, kids may at an earlier age be more able to express their true identities and variations in sexuality they begin to acquire. For me to have experienced and find the silver lining around the ages of 7-10, clearly has formally encased many of my innate opinions and d-facto reactions to the issue of sexual orientation. This was something I found played out sometimes outwardly as I grew up and believed many of the mores regarding sexual orientation. Back home I grew up loving the shape