Here's a detailed
answer, once and for all.
I've been crazy about girls since as early as nursery,
and yes, it does scare me how time flies.
It was only during the seventh grade that I thought:
"She is the right one for me," and I never quit thinking
about her, until the day I came out.
Prior to that day, I had never been aware of the term
"homophobia." I cried for nights, thinking of how
ignorant I was to be okay with the fact that I was a
lesbian. I am a lesbian. I have always been. And it tore
me apart; why was I too blinded to find anything wrong
with it?
After going through the scandal and all the gossip, I
went out with a guy just for the sake of it. I wanted to
experience what I had never even visualized before and
observe the difference.
He was gentle and handsome, and I secretly enjoyed the
fact that he was shorter. People would see us together
and they could tell he was in love, merely from the look
in his eyes that was something I never really related
to; his kiss was tasteless, and his hands were just
hands.
I tried again, countless times, and eventually, I was
certain that I was the reason it never worked out. It
was okay.
By the time I turned seventeen, some life-changing
incidents had spontaneously taken place. Since then, I
have joined Meem, learned the untold perspectives and
scenarios, and experienced direct support and teamwork.
I am finally home.
Better still, I was lucky enough to meet the person of
my dreams - the woman who makes sense of my past, and
shares with me a better future. I owe her my love and
respect for showing me how intimacy is relative, and
once youre content with what you have, you will be able
to build a reliable, secure life. |
