Needs a title but it's my gay like me story

dykehalo's picture

It needs some serious editing. I'm not very good with the grammar side of things but any of the editors if you could halp me that'd be great just email me (ruth_riley1fan_182@hotmail.com) For titles i'm thinking about
Not the Most Interesting Part but truly i'm not sure open to suggestions or any comments on any part of my story. THANKS EVERYONE FOR HELPING

Your First Name- Steffaney (Steff)
Your Oasis Name- Dykehalo
Your Age- 15 soon to be 16
Your Town & City- LaSalle Ont. Canada
Your Gender- FEMALE! I LOVE being a female you get boobs….
A Little Bio Paragraph- I am a LESBIAN a darn proud of it! I enjoy reading, cooking and hanging out with my puppy. I LOVE watching movies and TV. WNBA season is the best time of my life. Detroit Shock = LOVE of my life.

I hop of the bus and begin to walk down the sidewalk towards my house like any other regular old day; one ear phone in blaring loud, the other unplugged so I’m aware of my surroundings (something my mom and dad always taught me I should be aware of). Car after car drives by nothing to exciting. Until one pulls up and stops nearby on the road. A head pops out of an open window.

“Hey FAGGOT!”

Shouts some guys from school I really don’t know and really don’t care about. They drive off. My heart is pounding. Sure I’m bulkier then your average girl but 4 guys against me wouldn’t be an even match.

The word faggot use to hurt so much. But the funny thing is it doesn’t even apply to me- I’m a girl. Faggot tends to refer to a gay guy. Over time I learned to just tune out words like lezzie, lesbo, faggot, gay dyke etc. Don’t get me wrong my friends and I use those words all the time, we joke around but when someone uses it to attempt to hurt you it’s totally different.

It was Christmas of grade 6 I knew for sure that I was at the very least bisexual. Ever since I can remember I though hmmm that girls cute, or I’d tap that. But I thought that all girl’s and guys thought that about everyone. In grade 3 I learned that boys weren’t suppose to like boys and that girls weren’t suppose to like girls or at least that’s what the adults said. In grade 4 the girls started saying “Ohhhh! He’s soooo cute” “He’s UGGGGGGGLY” and other such things. I played along with their little game adding “mmmhms” and “yeps” or “he’s cute.”

Christmas of grade 6 my cousin Jen brought home a girl (Lauren). Her girlfriend was soo cute. I can still picture her perfectly today. Short, white/blonde hair, small glasses, cute hands and a smoker. I’m not into smokers but that didn’t matter I fell in love. And it was obvious; Lauren had to sit right next to me at dinner. After dinner I sat next to her. She was the only one to talk to. I don’t think I truly realized what I was doing until we left and I thought back to the night. That’s when the questions began to swirl in my head.

I came to a conclusion after a night thinking about it. Its okay for girl’s to like girls and guys to like guys. My cousin Jen didn’t seem any different then before. The major conclusion I came to was that I DEFINITALY liked girls more then just friends.

I came out to the first person the summer before grade 7. To my best friend (not my cousin) Jen. She didn’t care because she had several other gay and lesbian friends; to her I was the same old Steff. She was probably one of the easiest people I ever came out to because I didn’t see her everyday. Because she lives 12 hours away. I came out to my best local friend in about grade 9. We were going to different high schools so I knew if she wasn’t okay with it I might loose her as a friend anyway. But luckily she didn’t care and we are still best buds.

Over the years it has become easier and easier to come out to people. And many people have come out to me. Two of my best friends Brit and Heather are also lesbians. And they helped me realize even further that if imp not attracted to guys it’s okay. It wasn’t until I met them in grade 9 that I realized I wasn’t just bisexual I was a lesbian.

Now almost everyone knows except my parents. If they know they know if they don’t they don’t. Why should I have to come out to them? My sister doesn’t have to tell them that she’s straight so it really shouldn’t matter. Some of my friends know others don’t. As T.R Knight said “I hope the fact that I'm gay isn't the most interesting part of me.”

the mouse that roared's picture

Hey

I liked the opening to this story a lot. It has good suspense and a nice opening bang. The rest of it reads a bit like a summary of your life or a coming-out story. The part about Lauren sounds pretty interesting, though. Do you think you could expand on the opening or maybe write about Lauren and your then-uncertainty? I think that could make your story really stand out.

No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless; there is too much work to do.--Dorothy Day

dykehalo's picture

think think think

Yeh I had been thinking about maybe just writing about Lauren because i didn't exact;y like the story. I'm thinking about maybe meshing the begining and then the lauren part together some how. I'm trying to figure it out.
~~~NO DAY BUT TODAY~~~

whateversexual_llama's picture

I agree with The Mouse That

I agree with The Mouse That Roared; I really am fond of your writing style, and your beginning, and the part about Lauren. I feel like fleshed out, the Lauren part would make a hilarious, humurous story. Maybe you could end it with summing up where you went from there, but talking about that day in 6th grade would be hilarious. Something light. I love the writing though.

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