Coming Out 101

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The first time I heard the word 'gay' besides it being from an insult, was when I was 8 or 9 years old. My mom had told me while driving me to school that my uncle was gay. She explained to me that, that means he likes men. I don't remember being surprised by the idea of the same sex being together. I was set on liking boys and boys only, Taylor Lautner, Jesse McCartney. You know the deal. 

In 6th grade, I started to feel more of an attraction towards women. The only person I knew who liked the same sex at this time, was just my uncle. My mind was certain that actually CRUSHING on a girl, was NOT okay, so I'd mark it off as me being jealous of how she looks, and not honestly being attracted to how she looks. My best friend at the time and myself, we would play this game where I'd pretend to be her "boyfriend" and she was my "girlfriend." I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. I found myself wanting to do it even when we were not playing a game. Of course I didn't tell anyone, but I contemplated it and stressed over it more than I should've.

It was until she slept over one night, and we kissed. Full on sloppy "I don't know how to kiss." 6th grader style, and then I realised, I liked girls, I really REALLY liked girls. I, of course, didn't tell anyone. I was shy, and not very open with people. In 9th grade, a girl came out as a lesbian, to everyone, and I found that absolutely amazing. What was more amazing was how accepting everyone else was. It was until we moved back to my home town where I started to open up a little, I told that 6th grade best friend that I was bisexual, that the woman's body was one of the most attractive things I've ever seen. A good half of my grade knows my sexuality, and whomever they told. My parents don't know, and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. Maybe my story will evolve, but that's for me to learn about as things get thrown at me.