I had always thought of girls as better than boys. I never even thought of a guy or girl sexually until about fourth grade. By that time, I had a crush on a girl named Katie M. She was tall, blonde, and beautiful. At first I just thought I envied her because she was so popular and gorgeous, but then I realized, I liked her.

By Freshman year in high school, I had met a very butch girl named Jess. She made me realize that my thoughts on girls were okay. She was the first person I came out to.

At first I kind of "felt around" with the issue. Asking various friends what their thoughts were on gays. To my surprise, no one really cared. I was lucky. I came out to my closest friends first. Then I became class president at school (which by the way is an all girl school), and it slowly leaked out that i was lesbian. By April of that school year, I had a girlfriend, and everyone knew me as the queer president. Everyone was nice to me to my face. The only issue I had was when I walked down to receive an award at an assembly, a girl yelled out dyke.

Sophomore year, I came out to my mother. I am a Junior as of now, and she still has yet to acknowledge the fact that I am lesbian. She won't allow me to be around many girls she doesn't know. she keeps watch on me, making sure I don't hang around "weird" people. Everyone at school knows I am gay, and I'm proud to be lesbian. I just wish my mom would realize this is who I am, and just accept the fact that i am LESBIAN. It is not a phase. I am 17 and very open. I am very lucky that my coming out wasn't too bad.