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Last night, I was at my friend’s Sweet 16 party, and as I’m a little quiet and she’s more than a little popular, I ended up sitting there texting another (bi) friend. Somehow we got on the topic of sexuality and I came out to her as lesbian. We were joking around for a bit about how I should get a rainbow cake and stuff.
Well, 20 minutes or so later it was time for cake, and it was in fact multicolored. I sent my friend a picture as soon as they cut it open.
I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a long time. :D
(I came out to all my recent friends and all my family a long time a go but I haven’t spoken to my old friends ‘The Plastics’ for years.)
When I was about 14, I was a massive plastic (A sceney plastic, but a plastic all the same), I hung out with the ‘popular’ plastic girls. As I grew older I stopped hanging out with girls who obsessed over themselves and thrived off their daily fix of gossip and 60 layers of foundation.
Today, I spoke to them for the first time in years. They haven’t changed at all, all still dating orange boys with six packs, piling on their foundation, gossiping about how so-and-so slept with whats-her-names boyfriend. I felt massively uncomfortable, wondering how the hell I could of ever put up with that.
Eventually it came to the topic of who I am dating. I was asked if I was still withHarry E (my ex boyfriend), I explained that we broke up because I’m shallow and couldn’t live with out sex (him being christian he wouldn’t), they all nodded and agreed I did the right thing- This was one of the many reasons we broke up. It sounds shallow but I felt unloved, unwanted. On top of the fact I am a lesbian and knew it.)
They then asked me if I was dating anyone now, I replied “Well yes actually, she is called Harri.. We have been going out since October.” There was a stunned silence. They all exchanged looks and smirked slightly and then changed the subject completely. I was blanked completely after that.
I made an excuse as to why I had to leave after listening to 20 minutes more of their small minded, self involved conversations about their pathetic lives. As I was walking away I got a text from one of the girls saying “Nina? We are all just very shocked! Don’t worry about lunch next week.”
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I was walking home feeling completely humiliated. I just got looked down on by a bunch of girls who were fingered in the boys toilets at the age of 11. Why the fuck should I be looked down on by them? The further I walked, the more angry I got about it.
As I got half way home I sat down and lit up a fag in frustration… I sat pulling up the grass in anger, then I remembered something; I just thought about how every single one of those girls are in an unwanted relationship, How they are so insecure about what they look like that they cake themselves in make-up, How they all have to look at the shit in other peoples lives to make them feel better about their own lives. - I felt much better. I no longer felt shit about it because I am a proud lesbian, I have a beautiful girlfriend, I have a wonderful family, I have real friends and one hell of a good life.
- Just as I was writing this I got a text from the quietest of The Plastics. It simply said “You are so brave.”
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Well the first person I came out to was my little brother (he was like 13 years old at the time…and I was 16 years old). I started off by asking him questions like, “What would you think if I wanted to kiss a guy?” And he gave me responses like, “Why? Is there something going on here?”
Well, I really haven’t come out of the closet to a lot of people. But i have come out to some good and close friends of mine. When I was realizing my sexuality, I confided in my closest friend. They provided me with the guidance that I needed, to realize my sexuality. While this may not be a final sexuality, and may change in the near future, one way or another, I feel comfortable with who I am right now. I am so far not going to come out to my parents until either one of two things happen: 1) they ask me, or 2) they see my sexuality on Facebook.
One day my Mom found out I was talking to my transgendered (FTM) friend, he was gay and lived a few states over. My Mom said he sounded like a girl and a guy, but also a old man, and wanted to know where he was from.
Well, in my freshman year of high school i came out to all my friends. The first day of high school started and i was so excited to get in high school, when i walk into the school i was pushed onto and floor and called a faggot multiple times by a couple seniors, the only reason they said it was because i was wearing tight pants.
