Could I like girls?... I didn't know. I barely knew what it meant to like boys, and that's growing up in a world where I was supposed to like boys eventually.
But I never wanted to kiss her.
I didn't have interested in sex then/even knew much about it.
But I did want to be around her.
I wanted her attention.
I was jealous others got along with her better.
Oh well. Not the time or place to figure it out. I knew enough to know it was a taboo topic where I was. No friends for outside info and not internet savvy. Tabling the idea would have to suffice; that door was closed for the time being.
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How the Others Grow Up
Non-FictionComing out? Not really. This isn't so much coming out rather it is trying to explain how I found this part of myself. I decided to write this after considering how some of my friends don't understand how I "work" in context of being lesbian. I think...
