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Kristen Foery

August 1998

It's half past nine on Monday night. I'm sitting at my computer, waiting for my lover to get online, and contemplating the meaning of life. I should be honest. I'm contemplating sex as related to the meaning of life. But since I like to keep my columns PG rated, I'll not go there.

At the end of June and beginning of July, I was at a conference at the Blue Ridge Assembly in North Carolina. It was for YMCA Youth and Government. Four hundred teens from all around the United States gathered for a week of debate and fun. I went with my handy rainbow stickers/freedom rings/assorted pride stuff, and managed to come out to all four hundred of them in a speech on same sex marriage. I got a standing ovation -- quite cool. I also met a few more gay people, which is always nice.

This was my second year going to CONA, and it's such a strange feeling, coming home. So many people told me that I was brave for being open and out. I don't perceive myself as someone noble, or even particularly strong. It's weird, going from being a completely out there lesbian teenager, to being just me. I don't even have the courage to tell my mother what my freedom rings mean because it's another fight that I don't want to have with her. She knows, I'm sure, but... I keep on telling her that it's just a necklace.

Recently I got another job. Well, a sort of job. I'm an assistant list manager for an email list for gay, lesbian, bi, trans, and confused teens. Our site is at www.youth-guard.org/youth. The List has been a lifesaver for me, and it's another place that lets us know we're not alone. Goddess knows we need more of them. Be careful out there, guys.

Kristen
kristen@youth-guard.org
Youth 13-17 Asst. List Manager
I wanted to be a fairy and a writer, but I always thought I'd grow up to be a fairy


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