I'm one of those people who lives in the middle of nowhere. There's not another gay teenager within three states of Minnesota. No joking. I've known that I was gay for a little over two years now. In those two years I've not once met a gay/lesbian or bisexual person. That is, until about three weeks ago.
Her name is Joan. She's not even close to my age bracket, but the main thing is is that she's a lesbian. Get this now guys, she's a lesbian that lives in the same town as me, how cool is that! She helps teach the handicapped kids, as do I. From the very first time I saw her I had a feeling she was a lesbian. It was just one of those gut feelings. Perhaps it was the hair shorter than mine or the khaki pants and polo shirt. I see her every other day now. I love it. Not because I have a crush on her or anything--I don't. But because I've finally met a person like me. It's a very strange feeling.
For the last two years I haven't met any other people like me and now all of a sudden I see a lesbian every other day. I'd say the hardest part about being gay and living in a small town is the awful feeling of isolation. I'd give anything to be able to go to a gay meeting once a week or be able to have a girlfriend in school. With Joan I at least get an three hours a week of lesbian contact. If you live in a big town and have contact with gay people at least once a week consider yourself incredibly lucky. If you live in a small town and don't have contact with gay people just remember that when your an adult you'll have the freedom to go to gay pride parades, watch gay t.v. channels and meet others like you.
For now just sit tight and be on the constant look out for gays and lesbians. You don't have to talk to them, just realize that they're like you and your not the only gay person in the world. If you don't believe me then give me an e-mail and I'll do my best to convince you. Hang tight!