Almost 72, still I don't know if I am lesbian and bisexual as well
2007-02-26 09:27:26
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answered by Anonymous
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I was a six years old. I wrote the below story about my "discovery" for a local newspaper. Here is the first draft of it:
I knew I was different ever since about second grade.
While the other girls would draw pictures of their
weddings and their husbands, I spent my time doing
math problems and reading books. I didn't like their
games and dreams, I couldn't understand why they
wanted to look to the future. A future that merely
consisted of becoming the "wife" or "maid" of some
ungrateful man.
I didn't fantasize about having a boyfriend either. I
had these visions of becoming closer and happier in my
relationship with my best friend, Megan. I loved her
more than anyone I had ever met. I had my first kiss
with her, however I didn't understand until much later
what it meant.
All through middle school and high school my mom
pushed me to date guys. I couldn't do it. The thought
of a guy touching my skin made me feel dirty, and I
really didn't find them all that attractive. You'll
grow out of it, my friends would say, as you mature
you will become more attracted to guys. Well, needless
to say, I didn't. I tried to force myself to have
crushes on guys and even flirt a little, but it didn't
work. I had no clue that I could possibly be lesbian
until I met my friend Laura.
Laura was a dramatic, problematic twelve year old who
seemed to always have a new issue. One day she was
sick, the next day she couldn't tolerate her menstral
cramps, etc. It was exhausting, but I really liked
talking to her and found her to be very kind and
thoughtful. One night we were at a party at my other
friend's house, and neither of us were having fun at
all. She had left the room, and I, who didn't know
anyone else at the party, went to go look for her.
I found her coddled up under a chair in the living
room and kneeled down to talk to her, to figure out
what the heck she was doing. Then she admitted to me
that she thought she might be gay. I felt my heart
skip a beat, perhaps a few. She was going through the
exact same things that I was, and I wanted to cry out
"ME, TOO!" and hug her for simply saying the word
outloud. But, I decided that she needed her moment to
come out to the world. So, I let her explain
everything to me as we left the party and walked back
to her house. But, I never once mentioned that I was
gay as well.
To this day, five years later, I regret not telling
Laura that I am gay. Upon further soul-searching, she
discovered that she was really transexual and became
really active in the LGBT community. I, too scared to
admit my sexuality to anyone, stayed on the outskirts,
and only showed up for Gay/Straight Alliance meetings
when the entire school was invited, namely, when Laura
begged me to go for support.
The moral of this story is that you need to let
people, who are going to support you, know that you
are gay, especially when they are struggling with it
themselves. When you allow yourself to be isolated
and segregated from both the straight and gay
communities by not belonging to either, you develop
your own personal bubble. People are not structured
to survive on their own, they are meant to survive
with a group and with love and support. That is what
the LGBT community is all about. Loving, respecting,
and supporting people that are struggling and living
with their sexual orientation and having to cope with
the straight world. Take advantage of it.
2007-02-26 17:40:12
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answered by Waverly Pascale 3
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like when i was in 10 but i was in denial tell 13 then i lut it out to everybody i got made fun of for like 2 days and things moved on. my parents were always there for me tho
2007-02-26 17:59:41
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answered by Nathan B 1
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I didnt really "find out" but it did dawn on me when i was around 11-12.....that's as far as im going. Too much info, but yeah......
2007-02-26 18:15:03
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answered by Bekki 2
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