Added May 12, 2011
I knew from my early childhood that I was different. I was in love with another little girl at six years old. I sure as [heck] didn’t learn this at home. For me, this was the most normal feeling in the world. But yet I soon realized that life had thrown me a very wicked curve ball. I couldn’t fall in love with another girl; this was after all the Bible Belt, if not the buckle itself. Why me? I decided I would have to break out of the little town and run away. Wait a minute. I’m twelve years old. Can’t leave yet? Not allowed to leave the cul-de-sac without a buddy. So I waited and hoped. Sometimes I even prayed to God to change me, or take me. The teen years as hard as they are for anyone, is multiplied by ten for us. No crushes on boys, even though I tried very hard. The connection was never there. The only ones that ever really knew about my secret crushes were my pets and of course God. I was very fortunate to have some wonderful friends through the early years, but as close as we were, I guess they really didn’t know me. I never “came out” to anyone until college. Sometimes I regret the lack of trust that I placed in my friends. Did I omit a very integral part of me in those early friendships? Yes, I guess I did. Maybe that’s why I decided to just live my life and be myself now. I made it through college, established a career, fell in love and am living my life. Most people I encounter are very receptive and in most cases have a gay or lesbian family member or close friend. Oddly enough, some of the people that I thought would have the most judgemental attitudes have turned out to be the most loving and affirming. The most important thing you can do, I can do, is to be true to ourselves. You see, at the end of the day the one person that you can never get away from is looking back at you in the mirror. This person deserves the same rights as anyone else; the right to be safe, happy and loved.