I'm 16 and I'm almost (very very very) certain that I like women. It's kind of hard in the environment I live in though to accept or be sure of who I am. I talk to a few older people and they say that there are too many teens out there that copy, and think they are something they aren't. My parents are from another society where "gay" people don't exist and coming to America has brought it into the light. They are very religious and find it hard to accept gays in society. My older brother who I look up to even says that we should all die. Great, I know I'm not coming out to my family anytime soon.

Ever since I can remember, I've never had anything against people who prefer same sex relations, however in elementary school, to fit I acted occasionally shocked or said eewww. I always found it hard to see what other girls saw in guys and looks never really mattered to me so I thought. It was really, guys didn't matter much to me, but that confused me a bit when I found my self with two SERIOUS crushed on two guys. One was what I thought I wanted at the time, and I suffered massive rejection. The other was a really feminine guy that was bi-sexual and I shouldn't have gotten in that in begin with. We bother had one foot outside the door in the potential relationship that was never to happen. I often wondered if I gravitated towards girls because they were easier to understand and I didn't fear rejection from them, or was I sabotaging myself because I didn't want to be in a relationship with a guy to begin with.

My friends find the fact that I like girls quite entertaining and have n problem with it. At least while I'm at school, and around them I can breath a bit more. But then there is my family. . . Personally when it comes to their religious views, they are quite hypocritical so there is no explaining anything to them. I'm destined t remain hidden from them. But how does that affect the rest of my life? Maybe I'll just move far away from the east coast of the U.S. and find me an Asian beauty and be happy that way.. Who knows. . .