*raises hand* I did. I was never particularly overtly masculine. I'm short, skinny, my voice isn't very deep, and I'm brimming with neoteny. I was a prime candidate for the pre-gay social priming. And primed I was. I didn't have a lot of he-man friends growing up, and most of my socialization was with girls. Bullying came my way through dumb hurr hurr redneck type guys, Mexicans, and catty girls. I had a fairly normal childhood with married parents, 1.5 siblings, a picket fence, and a dog.
Thing is, I've always known exactly who I am and what I'm after. Learning I was gay wasn't a long struggle session pitting my identity against stupid kids who were mean to me. I just went through puberty, saw naked people, and figured out I had a thing for dick. It wasn't "oh god I might be gay what do I do?", it was "Huh. I guess that's hot. That means gay. Whatever." If I had to give non-accredited advice to those late-20s gay guys getting their Mean Girls on? Get over it. Cry because Brad was mean to you, spank your inner child, and get over it. Kids in groups are stupid and mean. This has been true for all of recorded history. Nobody cares about the time Chad punched you in the stomach when you were 10 but you. You can either form a we-hate-men club and Regina George it out or you can take that pain, call Chad an asshole, and redirect that anger into becoming successful while he stagnates at the Feed store in your dinky hometown.