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Coming Out As ShortStuff

When I think about it, I don't think it really makes sense, but unfortunately I'm pretty sure of my feelings.

I must have been 6 years old when I first made a sexual advance to another girl. At that time I didn't know it was wrong to do it, well according to everyone else. Besides all the usual things 6 year old girls do: take baths together, dress in front of each other, run around naked in the sprinkler in the backyard... There was one day when we were just goofing off and we had the idea to get on top each other. I don't know how or why we thought this but we did. We just giggled and stared at each other. We began taking turns licking each other and tickling each other. We stopped when her dad came in and asked what we were doing, we pretended to take a nap... heh heh

As the years went by, me and my friend got separated because of social status and different friends. That's when I began to masturbate. I didn't know anything about it except that it felt good to put something between my legs or rub myself.

I think I was about 11 years old when my older sister used to tease and say that I was gay. I didn't know what gay was, besides a dis. I was your regular tomboy, never wore a dress or the color pink. I wrestled with the guys and got close to the girls.

When I was in eighth grade I felt too close to my best friend and started messing around, but she freaked out and told our friends. I was so ashamed of myself. I was pushed away from everyone, I tried suicide several times. My parents suspected things weren't right and I saw a therapist. I shut myself off to the world and became the shy silent type.

It wasn't till eleventh grade that I realized that being different was okay and started to get more outgoing and meeting new friends, the right kind, caring and understanding.

Today I'm 18 and in college. I have experimented with several girls and I'm not ashamed of any of it. I have been happier than ever once I accepted who I was.

All you have to do is be strong. Not everyone is going to like who you are, but its what you think that matters. Don't let other people's opinions bother you. Its not worth it.

 
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