I am a teenage girl who is a lesbian. I go to Methodist Girls School. I am not a Christian though, but obviously many of my classmates and teachers are.
I met a lovely girl, let’s call her Jo. So Jo’s not a Christian, and she seemed pretty accepting of gays. I was drawn to her the first day I met her, and developed a pretty strong attraction to her over the next few months. She is not your conventional thin, tall pretty girl, no. In fact, the one friend I had come out to at that time often told me she simply couldn’t see why I thought Jo was beautiful. I spent one and a half years pining after her, and along the way came out to small groups of friends until my entire class knew. Some were stunned, others swore they had already guessed as much, but no one reacted with actual malice. Sure, some sort of avoided the topic but I wasn’t told I was going to hell or anything. Finally, I worked up the nerve to confess to Jo. She wasn’t surprised, I guess I wasn’t subtle. DX She let me down gently and to be honest, I knew by then that she was as straight as a line. I really just wanted to confess, see if our friendship still held firm and move on. And so I did, but Jo helped me have the confidence to seek out a girlfriend, knowing that not all girls were going to be traumatized by having a lesbian crush on them or freak out.
I still haven’t found one yet, and I have yet to come out to my parents. But I’m getting there, and though I was always comfortable with who I was, I am now getting more and more comfortable with people knowing who I am. Here’s hoping!