I’ve always been so attracted to women. When I was younger I would watch movies, look at magazines, or even play with friends outside. Doing these things; I would always find myself looking at the girl or thinking about them. I did have a boyfriend or two in the past, and it just didn’t feel right. I was about fourteen when I had my first kiss from a boy, and it did not feel right. I thought that they might have been a bad kisser or we were doing something wrong. So, I didn’t think anything of it. Awhile later I dated this guy. He was a little older than me, and we dated for a while until we actually met. I thought I was in love with him. The time came, and we met. The moment we saw each other, he kissed me. I felt NOTHING. At that moment, I knew that something was defiantly wrong. I broke up with him the night we actually met. I thought hard about everything that’s ever happened. I came to the conclusion that I was gay. I’ve never thought of myself being gay, until then. I didn’t understand. I’ve always thought guys were just so hot. But, I never thought of myself being with a guy. Now thinking about it, Maybe I was always just trying to cover up the fact that I was gay; by being overly obsessive with guys. So on. When I was fourteen I decided to tell my mom that I was “bisexual”. I was very open about telling her that, even though it wasn’t true. But I knew that she didn’t believe me. So, I went on pretending to like guys, and on occasions being like “Oh, That girl is hot!”.
     Freshman year of High School was an amazing year for me. I finally got to kiss girls. The moment I laid my lips on another girls, It felt so right. I got those butterflies I’ve been searching for, for such a long time. It felt so right to me. Although a lot of people have turned on me for being gay at my school; I’m a perfectly fine person. In my first year of high school I realized what I liked and needed so much. A few weeks ago I decided to tell my mom that I was gay, I honestly still don’t think she believes me, but at least I’m no longer confused with my own sexuality. 
And also. I have a really amazing girlfriend. :)
<3 

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hi everyone..i’m 16 (almost 17 in August) and my coming out was pretty f***ed up. I had always known i had feelings for other girls since i was like 10 yrs. Just recently (in Sept. 2010) i came out to my friends as bisexual but i knew that i was (and am) defn. a lesbian. They were ok with it because 2 of them are bisexual, but those weren’t my usual set of friends. So once i went back to hanging with my original amigos, it eventually came out about my sexuality, but i didn’t tell them. My friend (who i’m still questioning whether to call her my “friend”) wrote a note that said “Did you know that Nia is gay?” and passed it to all my friends while we were in a meeting at school. I was highly pissed because i wasn’t ready to tell everyone, nor did i give her permission. This might have helped me a bit, but i still would’ve rather liked to see their reaction as to see if they reacted one way but answered differently. Anyways, coming out to my parents didn’t happen on my own either. I addressed the girl who opened her big mouth because it wasn’t her role to do this (she found out because i msged her friend on fb [another lesbian] and told her she’s cute & that i did mean in a homo way). I’m guessing my mom went on my laptop and went on fb and saw the whole convo and then txted me..luckily, i was at my friend’s house doing a project til 12 am. Currently, my parents don’t accept me and it does hurt. I’m trying to stay as positive as I can because i only have 1 yr left in their house!! Even though my life hasn’t gotten much better, except that i’m talking to the most amazing and adorable girl, who’s also the most optimistic person i know as far as staying positive and keeping me sane, it will get better guys and girls! Hope is there for everyone. XOXO Nia

Well I have this lovely friend named Dasha. She’s probably one of the greatest people I’ll ever have the honor of knowing. Anyway! A few weeks ago I was going through this really awful break up and I was talking to her about it. At the time she didn’t know I was a lezzie. Wel, after she calmed me down and I was less sad I explained to her that I was gay. I was a little afraid of how she was going to react. “OMG! You’re cinnamon!!”  which is what she calls all her other gay friends. She went on to say that she loves me even more now that she knows I’m gay and that I’m lovely and what not. Best reaction I’ve ever gotten so far. I love my Dasha(: cinnamon fwt(:

I was born into a house with already 4 kids, 3 brothers and 1 sister. Not all from the same parents, my dad had 2 sons and my mom a son and a daughter, together they had me. About the time I was 3 they divorced. My earliest memory is laying in front of the tv and turning around to ask mom, “Why are we leaving daddy?” Then my mother came out that she was gay, and raised my oldest brother and sister by herself. About the time I was 6 or 7 I was molested. I don’t believe that has changed me at all. I only had one friend until about 4th grade and I still never fit in quite right. When I was around 10 I noticed something wasn’t quite right about me. I was different from the other kids. And I have contemplated suicide many times. By the time puberty hit I knew something was really wrong. I never looked at boys, didn’t talk to them, and had no interest in them whatsoever. By this time I was over-weight, had glasses, stuttered and buck teeth. I got made fun of constantly. Their favorite nickname was Porky Pig. I got contacts, braces and lost a lot of weight. But still I was not interested in guys. When I moved to Texas I finally got it, I was gay. But I had no idea how to tell anyone. I was so emotionally detached I started cutting, so I could feel again because I was hiding myself so much. I told my mom. And she understood completely and I could not have asked for anything better.

When I got into high school I got carried away with my natural ability to charm people. I was considered a player and pretty much had a new girlfriend every two weeks. I became twisted in the head about this power. I could manipulate almost any girl into doing almost anything, gay or straight. It was my own personal drug, kids my age normally got hooked on weed or tabs, I’ve never been normal so I needed my unique drug I guess. But it was really all just a game to me. I didn’t really love any of them. I swore I was gonna die alone and have a bunch of cats.

All this changed when I reunited with an old friend from my home town. I hadn’t saw her in at least a year in a half. I had never seen anyone more beautiful. It confused me more than anything. I had never felt the way I have for Jay. I started actually believing in myself and the world. I love her. When she broke up with me in December, due to her friends pressuring her to because the distance wasn’t “healthy”. I was devastated. I started having nightmares again and cutting. When she started talking to me again I was hurt and lashed it all out on her. Which is why we were constantly fighting in January. Then she confessed she still loved me and we’ve been pretty steady since then. I know she feels the way I do, and I will never hurt her, or leave her.

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I mean that in all honesty.

Because Harry Potter led to Fanfiction. Fanfiction led to Slash Fiction. Slash Fiction led to lesbians on the internet. Lesbians on the internet led to lesbian fantasies, led to going from “oh, I guess that’s not that gross” to “Oh holy crap, I am ridiculously turned on by thinking about that scenario.

In retrospect, it all makes sense: The desperate clinging relationship I had with one of my elementary school best friends, the obsession with female bodies in the locker rooms, the lying, saying “I’m doing it to turn guys on.” Ridiculous. Painful. Laughable. True.

When Dumbledore was outed, I was SO HAPPY. Because, finally, gayness actually legitimately entered the magical world. It wasn’t just some dumb internet thing anymore.

The next year, my sister accidentally outed me to my mother.  She asked my mother what would happen if I was a lesbian. My mother scoffed (I was in college, and I had been in 3, maybe 4, serious relationships with guy in college at that point) and said “she’s no lesbian!” and my sister said, ‘What if she’s bi?”

My mom’s response? “Oh, whatever.”

Which isn’t much, but it gave me the confidence to actually talk to my mother about it. In the car…which probably wasn’t the best of choices.

After a long painful conversation where my mother questioned whether or not I could be in a committed relationship with a guy if I was bi, and I accused her of not understanding my sexuality, she broke down and cried, saying,

“I don’t care who you love, as long as they love you back, because that’s the best thing I could ever hope for, for one of my daughters.”

And now? Well, we don’t talk about it much. I’m in a committed relationship with a cis-gendered male, and so far, no real queer-related trauma has popped up.  I’m going to law school this year, and I’m hoping for the chance to actually do something real for the queer legal scene. Queer rights are on the rise. That’s where I want to be.

And for the time being, I’m writing a queer-related harry potter tumblr called Re-Reading Harry Potter:  rereadingharrypotter.tumblr.com

It’s funny how queer Dumbledore seems when you read about him the second time around. Funny how we didn’t all realize it then.

Then again, funny how we never seem to realize things like that at first. I thought I was completely straight for the first 14 years of my life.

Anyways, I hope everyone’s journey is as fantastic as mine was. No, wait.

As fantastic as my journey IS.

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When I came back from the USA yesterday, me and my mum were talking. I mentioned that my dad had asked me if I was a lesbian (though I didn’t mention why). My mum asked me what I’d said, and if I was a lesbian. I basically said that I don’t know, and then we got into a conversation about gender. My mum is basically of the opinion that me liking girls is a phase, and me wishing I was a guy is a phase, but she was very nice and vaguely understanding. 

She also basically said that if it turns out that I’m not just going through a phase (a year and a half is a very long phase though, isn’t it?) that she’d be okay with it and be nice to me about it. :)

So that just made me super-happy and made me feel safer/less scared to talk to her.

And that is my happy anecdote. ^_^

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