I grew up in the 90s, in texas, and my neighbor was beaten up every day at and after school because he was gay, starting in the 5th grade in the upperclass school I went to. In HS I would see gay kids be shunned or verbally attacked, the physical beatings had stopped
Being gay was only “acceptable” if you were a freak, like a rennie (went to Reno fairs) but you show it outside of that. Kinda like being a furry, only okay at fair
00-01 school year I went to a school that was 90% poc, half being immigrants or children of immigrants of Mexico. Funny enough, it was okay to be openly gay… I remember being kinda shocked, but happy with it.
My senior year, 01-02, I was back at my upperclass school, and day two, two girls were making out in the hallway and no one batted at an eye, boys holding hands walking around, and no one seemed to notice, and a lot of people were dressed like me, jeans, t shirts, tennis shoes, gone was the slacks and halfway formal attire.
I was honestly confused about what happened to my school while I was gone
And then someone saw me taking care of my little sister in public (who was born the end of my 10th grade year) asked if she was mine, which my baby sister understood enough that it would be funny to call me mommy…
And I became the subject of ridicule, because it might be okay to be gay… It was still scandalous to be a teen mom. My district has a high school aimed at those who are preggo or need to work and will pull you out of the normal schools and put you in it. At least you get to finish high school.
It was at my graduation when my sister tried to call my step mom sissy that I was finally believed, no she wasn’t my daughter.
It was also at graduation that my class realized that while I had a brother and a neighbor had a sister, they were both younger (his even being a freshman, mine being a lot younger) and we were not related, they just kept going to his house to harass me and he covered for me (without saying a word to me, ever). Iirc he was a POC, though much lighter skin than his sister and my olive skin tone had me looking like a tanned Mexican, but still…
But that is what I remember of being different in the 90s… Heck, I was made fun of in the 80s for wearing glasses
This is what it feels like to me.