Ok, so lets see here.
My whole coming out story is really, well.. whole. I've yet to come out to my parents. But there seems to be that common understanding, hush hush deal of knowing. But, I've come out to my friends, and pretty much everyone else out there.
But, anyways. On with it.
I was in 8th grade, at the time. Shy as hell. I had a friend who I was kinda close to. She was in all my classes, she told me things she didn't tell others.. hell, we even had the same name. One day, her and I got into a discussion in Math class. She was ranting about how gay men were hot, but lesbians were gross. She couldn't stand the whole girl on girl concept. To her, it was dirty, sick etc. But guy on guy was completely fine to her. So, as she was bashing lesbians, I was sticking up for us (woo us!). From then, she asked jokingly, "So, what. Are you gay now?" And I laughed and laughed and put it off. Next period, we were writing notes back and forth to each other, and it somehow turned back to the gay question. I denied it, until she said "It's ok if you are, I don't care. I'm not going to tell anyone". So, I told her.
Thought things were fine, until lunch when, while walking downtown I saw her with a group of mutual friends. One girl yelled out "Hey Aleasha, are you ga-" until the girl I told hit her, as to say shut up. Horrifying. The next two weeks were hell. She completely avoided me, as did everyone else. And I had every kid in the school come up to me and ask if I was gay. Who asks that, really. BUT summer came and things were fine.
Til the next school year. Everyone seemed to forget (YES!) until she brought it up in Science. So, as a result, my last 3 years of high school, I've been known as "That lesbian chick". What a fun label. If I'd have known, I'd never had come out.
- Music:Peace of Me - Natasha Bedingfield.