I don't know when I realized it, but I'm a lesbian. It's not as fabulous as people make it out to be. It's not all flannel and converse and rainbow shoelaces. It's dealing with all the shit from everyone, worrying about getting kicked out of the house if your parents don't accept you. It's hard. Ironically.
Excuse my sex jokes.
Let's begin. I used to think I was asexual, but then i wasn't so sure. I did a lot of research and decided biromantic asexual was the label for me. It didn't feel right either. Bisexual? No. Gay? Yeah! Let's go! The point is, sexuality is confusing.
It began when I took a Friday trip to the top hangout spot in this small town of mine, Skateworld. Of course, all the gays hang out here, so I was naturally drawn to them. They all thought I was absolutely adorable with my flower crown and bowtie. But one girl especially caught my attention. She had long hair, in contrast to my *stereotypical lesbian* pixie cut. Her lips were painted red and her eyes, blue. She was a beauty.
Now, the hard part. Was she straight?
Due to my anxiety, I didn't ask anybody about her, but it turns out, she was asking about me. Carl asked me if I was straight. I was pretty comfortable around him, so I answered truthfully. He said that Heather (the girl's name apparently) really liked me.
My heart was beating. How lucky could I be that, of the few girls who have caught my attention, my favorite is interested in me. Me of all people. But why? It started as just a "couple skate" (awkwardly skating around while grasping each others hand) and sitting close and then learning all about eachother. Our secrets were spilled all out for the other to see. We saw eachothers flaws as just another part of our personalities.
"This will be the last song of the skate session."
It was time for us to leave. I was so nervous that I ran out and went straight (get it) to the car waiting for me.
The rest of that week, she was all I thought about. Would I ever see her again? Does she actually like me? God, why is she so beautiful?
Flash foward to the next Friday. I made sure to show up to she same Skateworld building. She wasn't there.
I sat at one of the many benches for almost an hour, scared that I would lose my one chance at love when suddenly, a hand slips into mine. I look up and see her dark hair and bright eyes; perfectly in contrast with eachother.
We spend the next two or three hours talking about anything and everything. Suddenly, she pops the question.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
To be continued
***Authors note based on a true story of my life, a bit exadgerated though to create suspense and action. Please let me know what you think. To be continued next wednesday
