Shenandoah

I knew since I was in Elementary school. I was never very interested in guys, they always seemed like good friends to me. In 6th grade, I came out as bi-sexual to a few close friends. My best friend, we'll call her Chantel, was gorgeous...curvy, sensual, and sweet. She had an amazing laugh. I really liked her, and she liked me. One night I slept over at her house, and the whole night I was dying to kiss her. A few days later, we both confessed that we really had wanted to kiss. We both knew we were bi-sexual, but I thought it could possibly be something more.

Fast forward to the beginning of 7th grade, I met my first girlfriend, who is now my best friend, she was my first kiss. It was explosive and passionate, I'll never ever forget the feeling. She broke my heart, I got depressed, felt worthless, and developed an eating disorder (etc. etc). I thought that maybe if I was thinner, people would love me...During all of my heartbreak, I developed a crush on my best friend. She was so gorgeous, and at that time, all that I wanted. There was a drawback of course. She was straight. I confessed my feelings to my other friend, who told the girl I liked /everything/ (including how I wanted to try and "convert" her). I wanted to die. My best friend ignored me for months. I was so broken.

During the summer before 8th grade, I started going to therapy. It's really helped me heal, and I guess I looked a little less sickly because guys started liking me. In the beginning of the school year I went out with one, a grade ahead (9th), and I never really liked him more than a friend. I felt bad, because he really liked me. I met a girl, we'll just go with her real name, Carly. She wasn't a virgin. All my friends told me she was bad news...the first time I had talked to her, though, I fell absolutely head over heels in love. I believe we only lasted 2 weeks. She was depressed and a cutter (I broke her addiction to cutting though, yay!), and she was my angel. I slept over at her house, we kissed, she and I got topless, and it was amazing. I never felt so much intensity as when I looked in her eyes. She and I could just study each others faces and bodies for hours. I loved waking up with her. When she broke up with me, though, I got sad again. I had learned my lesson the first time, however, and didn't let myself go. I held my head up high. I became free and just loved myself. Of course, then I had to go and get myself a boyfriend, which lasted nearly 2 months, but I broke it off. He was just a friend to me and I felt nothing when we kissed, basically I knew then. That it was true, I am gay.

I'm in 8th grade. I've accepted myself, so have my parents and friends. I am proud, and I wish you luck.

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Molly

I've been different for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was four I pretended to be a boy. Ever since I was eight I hurt myself for sexual gratification. Ever since I was fourteen I've been attracted strongly to both sexes. For my entire elementary school experience I was beaten up by other kids and pushed by my parents to do better.

Now I know what I am. I am bisexual, bigender, polyamorous, and strongly sexually submissive. It took twenty-one years to realize this. I regret all the years I lied to myself and tried in vain to be normal. I finally made my peace and I have a wonderful girlfriend and an amazing boyfriend. I only wish I had done all this sooner. All the years I spent in that horrid limbo, thinking that I was a freak, they were self-imposed hell based on my parent's beliefs. Now I am happy, I can kiss girls and know that it is a demonstration of love rather than a childish game. I can be spanked and feel something so intense that there is no word for it. I feel loved and I love myself.

I know that I am not 'normal' but I don't want to pretend any longer. There are probably a lot of girls and boys out there, men and women even, going though what I went though. It's hard and families don't always understand.  The thing is, it's what I am, it's what we are and there's no denying that. The more of us there are the stronger we grow. It's time to stop denying ourselves happiness and find people that we can love.

Good luck and, should you believe in such a thing, God bless.

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Tesha

Hi my name is Tesha im 14 years old and a lesbain. When i was younger about 5 or 6 i began liking girls i always thought they were prettier and way attractive. I had my first kiss (which of course was with a girl) when i was 7 years old (it was the best kiss ever) i was just experimenting then just to see what it would feel like to kiss a girl. Though i never came to terms of being gay till i was around 12 i had already went out with 5 girls.


My mom is very strict and religous and i have always been scared of her. So when i was 11 i knew already that i was definitaly not straight but i didn't want her to know or think that so when i was 11 and in grade 6 i went out with my first boyfriend, i would always act as if i was so happy but really i didn't like it at all i just did it so she wouldn't doubt me, and in grade 7 i went out with 2 other guys for the same reason.

Now im in the 9th grade and i have a girlfriend her name is kimmy. she  is 2 years older than me but i love her so much. But my mom won't let me talk to her when she's around because she says everytime i talk to her or get around her i blush and get kinda nervous. She also read a few text messeges from her. I just would love her to accept me for me.

So far i have came out to a few of my closet friends im still in the process of coming out to them nd i've had pretty good luck with it but im still scared of coming out to my mom i know my dad will be ok with it. Im sure she will come to terms of it after a while cause she has to im her child. i know im going to end up having some kind of good luck because i have 1 cousin who's a lesbian, 1 cousin who is gay, 2 cousins that are bi and my mom's bestfriend who is also a lesbian amd they are all accepted by my whole family.

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Josie

My name is Josie, and I'm 15 years old. When I was about 12 I started to have feelings for girls, I would look at there boobs, and I was scared half to death. I had grown up in a LDS family, and my mom always made remarks like 'Lesbians need a news flash,' I was taught that I should like men, and of course I did, but I also started to have feelings about Women.

When I was about 13 I meet one of my really good friends, who will remain unknown, let\'s call her Sasha. Sasha is bisexual, and she let me know it casually one day, I wasn't weirded out, I thought it was really cool. I noticed she started to make moves on me, would touch my leg, throw out hints. I had no idea what to do.

By 14, I was starting to have a major crush on her. By now she had kind of given up, and had a girlfriend. There was one issue, her girlfriend lived two hours away. So daily she would say to me that she needed to get some kissing in, or she needed some action. I would just laugh with her, thinking she was kidding.

One day we went over to her house, as we usually did on our free days. Her parents weren\'t home, so she took me to her room. We sat on her bed and she looked at me and said \'God, I want to kiss you!' I quickly changed the topic and we started talking about Stephen, the boy she was hooking me up with. I then asked her if she would teach me how to kiss really good. She nodded her head and ask 'Are you sure your ready for this?' and I said yes back. She kissed me gently, and I suddenly was on fire. She started to kiss me passionately correcting something I did wrong when it came up. After my "lessons" we made out for two hours. I'd never felt more alive, more like my feelings were right. After about an hour an a half we laid down and our body's were smooshed tightly together. I was so ready to burst. Her dad arrived home and my mom came to get me stopping the moment.

For months I avoided her, feeling guilty after my mom another comment about people who were Bisexual, Lesbian, or gay being dirty and impure. She tried to throw hints again but I just couldn't do it. After about four months I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and I wanted more. I went back to her house, and we hooked up after I had turned 15. I'd never felt better

Stephen and I are very happy, and he knows I'm Bisexual. I never cheat on him, and we are very happy. Now I know that if we did break up that I would have twice as many options. Sasha and I our still great friends, and I love her very much. She showed me it's okay for me to be what I am.

It's okay to be Lesbian, Gay, or Bisexual. It's Life, and no one can say different. Remember that forever! God loves you no matter what you are!

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Jess

Hey, my name’s Jess. I’m seventeen and bisexual. I figured it out a couple of years ago, and I’m a lot more comfortable with myself after realising it.

I’m lucky enough to live in a moderately LGBT-friendly environment; I haven’t met many gay people – or people who I knew were gay – apart from a few girls at school who I didn’t know very well and a guy who used to be a neighbour of mine. I’ve met a couple of people who are openly homophobic, but as yet it hasn’t been directed specifically at me – I’ve heard rants about gays being sinful, since someone who used to be a friend of mine was very fervent about the subject, but by the time I realised I was bi I’d already drifted away from that particular friend – even without knowing about my bisexuality, I really didn’t agree with a lot of her views.

Bisexuality isn’t sinful. Neither is homosexuality, and neither is any other sexuality that’s outside the norm. I never had a crisis over that.

I’d never thought about being bi; I’d always thought I was straight but didn’t bother to actually think about it. Once I did think about it, it seemed pretty obvious; I recalled crushes I’d had on girls in the past that I hadn’t identified as crushes at the time, and a lot of my feelings about people in general made a lot more sense. I felt stupid for not having realised it earlier, but I guess everyone\'s different.

I came out gradually. I told my friends first. We were chatting, and LGBT issues came up – yes, we do often talk about this sort of thing – and I think I said something to the effect of “yeah, gay discrimination sucks – I mean what if it were us? What if I was bisexual?” And they were all like “yeah, I know” and I just said “No, really. What if I was bisexual?” And I explained that I’d been thinking about it, and that I was pretty certain that I wasn’t straight. (The certainty came a couple of weeks later, once I’d had time to think about it some more and fully accept the idea. It never actually bothered me – in fact I liked the idea; to me it felt like I was doubling my chances of finding someone to love me – but I had to come to terms with it first.) They were cool with it. It didn’t faze them at all; they were extremely supportive and it led to a lot of jokes about me being the ‘token gay friend’, while another girl was the ‘token black friend’ and then we had the ‘token Asian friend’ and the ‘token weird friend’ and the ‘token Jewish friend’. Etcetera etcetera. They were cool enough with it that they felt comfortable joking about it, which meant a lot to me.

Next was my older sister. I mentioned it casually after school one day, and she got a bit wide-eyed, but I don’t think it really bothered her – I think she just wasn’t expecting it. She still doesn’t like it when I mention hot girls to her, but she doesn’t like it when I mention hot guys either – I’m fairly certain that she just hates thinking about her younger sister and sex in the same sentence. I mean, ew, right?

My parents were next – I told them over dinner. My dad just shrugged. My mum was a bit of a different story – we’ve never gotten along; we’re very different people and to her this was just another thing to make me different from her. She treated it like I was going through a phase for a while – said stuff like “so are you over it yet?” or “is this bisexual thing your version of teenage rebellion?” – but I tended to ignore it. About a month ago I sat down and talked to her about it, and I think she’s realised that it’s permanent; she might not be exactly happy about it, but she’s trying to be supportive.

Pretty much everyone I know knows that I’m bi, now. I think word just got around – I told my friends that I was fine with them mentioning it to other people, and if it came up in conversation then I’d say something about it. I make a point of trying to raise awareness of LGBT rights. I’m always going to be meeting new people, though, so I guess that I’ll always be coming out to someone or other.

My main motivation for coming out was that it was a big part of me, and I didn’t want to hide it. I did feel terrified for a little while – what if people hated me? – but it didn’t take me long to decide that I wanted to be out of the closet. Partly it was because I couldn’t imagine dating at all if I wasn’t out; I wouldn’t be comfortable with dating a guy if he didn’t know I was bi, and obviously it was impossible to date girls if everyone thought I was straight. And I had an enormous crush on a girl who goes to my school – still do, actually; she’s tiny and insanely beautiful, and hilarious and nice and utterly heterosexual, but I don’t really mind. I’ll find someone for me eventually.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that coming out is an intensely personal experience, and you shouldn’t do it if you’re not ready, but if you think you are ready then go for it. Really. For the short time that I was in the closet, I was completely miserable. I’m fortunate enough not to have had to experience full-on harassment for being bi yet – I’m sure I will at some point in my life, but it hasn’t happened yet. So I’m probably in a much better situation than a lot of other gay people out there, who have to experience bullying every day, or whose family and friends wouldn’t be nearly as accepting as mine. But I honestly believe that you will be happier with yourself if you are true to yourself.
 

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Marielle

Hi, My name is Marielle. I am 12 years old and in seventh grade. I realized that I liked girls more than boys in about third or fourth grade. I know most people would say that that was too young to know what your sexual orientation is but my story goes back even farther than that.

When I was three or four I kissed a girl for the first time. Her name was Hannah and we were just curious about what it would feel like for two tounges to touch. She thought it was a little weird and I told I thought it was too but deep down I thought it was a pleasent feeling. After that I mostly stuck to staring at boys but I often found my gaze wandering back to girls. Especially, older ones. Especially. staring at their breasts. That was when I thought \"You know what I am really different from other girls\".

When I was little I would rub my private area through my pants to help me fall asleep. I didn\'t realize that what I was doing was masturbating until last year after I read this book we go in sex ed. I was kind of scared after that and I tried to stop. That was an epic fail.

In fourth or fifth grade my friend Madison and I would kiss a lot. Never anything more than kissing but definatly kissing. I really don\'t remember when we stopped this but eventually we did. I haven\'t kissed a girl since then. Although I have kissed one boy.

The only other person besides me that knows about this (I still haven\'t decided if I am lesbian or bi but I am pretty sure that it is the former since I have no attraction to boys what so ever) is my best friend Taylor. She actually helped me figure it out this year.
 

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Alex

Hey, I\'m Alex, 15 and I haven\'t got much of a story. It\'s basically about how weird all of these feelings are. I think I\'m 90% lesbian. I\'ve been this way for a long time, but I thought it was wrong when I was younger, my mum is a strict traditionalist and whenever I thought a girl was attractive, I tried to divert my attention away from her because I didn\'t think these feelings were right.

I have been out with quite a few guys, but none of them I had hugely strong feelings for, it\'s only now that I realise that I had stronger feelings for random women than I did my boyfriends.
In year 8 I was massively attracted to my best friend (typical story), I think I fell in love with her. One day it got too much that I just went and told her, she rejected me as she was straight, but she stuck by me as a best friend. I was obviously disappointed, but I still considered myself straight.

It was only in Year 10 that I started to think that these feelings weren\'t as wrong as I had grown up to think they were. Again, I fell for another friend- straight. But this time I didn\'t tell her. As my childhood years have passed, my confidence and self-esteem has descreased rapidly, and I knew I would get rejected so I just left it.

I\'m in year 11 now, and a few months ago I had a fling with a girl, who was coming to terms with her sexuality. She was going out with a boy and played me around quite a bit. She has been the only person so far that I actually thought I had a chance with..

I wouldn\'t class myself as popular, and I hate being up myself and seemingly arrogant but I am glad to say I do have quite a lot of friends in different cliques.
I\'ve been talking to all of them more, and it is so surprising to find out how many gay/bisexual people there are in my year. It\'s great, I can talk to them about anything and not get judged as much as I feel I would with a straight person.

I haven\'t mentioned one thing.. friends with benefits. Oh dear. Any of you emotionally unstable should know not to do this.. I didn\'t. It was with my best friend- again. It\'s always with my close friends. Anyway, we weren\'t fuck buddys but we kissed a lot. When we were lonely, when we were trying to figure out who we were, we just kissed. I fell for her, she was bi, but she didn\'t really like the idea of us together.

All of my friends are mostly more than happy that I\'m gay, and so supportive. No-one I know has actually been disgusted or shocked by it. I guess it\'s because I\'ve slowly been coming out to a few people at a year where most people have matured.

I don\'t know what to do. I feel like I won\'t be able to find anyone to love me, to care for me, a person who I actually love back- a girl. I want that love so desperately but I feel I\'m never going to find it. And I know I\'ve got my \"whole life ahead of me\" but that\'s just not enough. I don\'t want time. Everytime I try, it just fails and I basically feel like crap with my sexuality. I\'m glad some people are proud to be gay, but I just can\'t find that confidence and the stability to make me say \'Yes, actually I am gay\', because I don\'t have a partner to back me up. And until I do, I\'m just going to have to be lonely in that area of my life. 

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Robbyn

My name is Robbyn and I\'m a 20 year old bisexual female. I am getting married to a guy, the love of my life, but if he wasn\'t in my life, I would forget that guys exist and be forever pursuing the girl that I adore, Rebecca. I first found out that I was bisexual in high school, but I suppose that there were hints and clue about it up until then. For example, when I was in elementary, I always thought that girls were prettier than guys, and in middle school, I had a crush on a couple of my gal friends, but nothing major, just wondering what it would be like to kiss them.

When I found out was at a party with two of my closest friends, after I told them that I was straight. But when it took me a good five or so minutes of blushing to tell them, because I wasn\'t sure, and the one girl was forcing me to make up my mind then and there. A couple rounds of truth or dare after that, I was dared to kiss the friend that asked the question of my sexuality. It was like nothing I\'ve ever had before that day. I admit now that I wanted more, and when we were all laying cuddled up on the bed watching horror movies, I thought that I couldn\'t have been happier with their hands in mine, one girl\'s head on my breast. Those feelings come back to me as I sit and write this. They\'re not as wonderful as the feelings I get with my fiancée, but still I find myself wishing to feel it again.

I hid it from my friends, though I knew that they were bisexual, (and two friends of mine, the one that I kissed and my best friend throughout high school who wasn\'t at the party because she had to work ended up dating and revealing that they were lesbians, not just bi like me) because I thought that they would think that I lied. Not very smart, because when I eventually did come out, the next year, I don\'t know if they took me seriously. I wanted my best friend, but that was not to be, as she went between the girls that I partied with and settled on the one that I kissed, long before she ever did. They tried setting me up with the “hostess” of the party, but her and I were more like sisters than lovers.

I moved about a half an hour away, but it was enough to force me to go to a smaller, less accepting school. I hid my sexuality from them, even closing myself off to the people who I feared wouldn\'t accept me for who I am, (I found out after graduation that none of them cared, and they all liked me for me, not for who I pretended to be) when the next year a new girl moved into the little subdivision which I lived in. She was, is, beautiful. Short-ish brown hair, big brown eyes, a wonderful smile...the moment I saw her I knew I was falling for her. She became one of my best friends, and knew that I\'m bisexual, but I was still scared to ask her out. It didn\'t take long for me to find out that she shared my feelings for her. We never were exactly a couple, but we were always together after school, just being ourselves, laughing and having fun.

A fight broke out between my friends and I at the new school, and I lost her, as she wasn\'t fully aware of the circumstances under which the fight broke out and she left me alone. I started dating my fiancée, a wonderful, kind, loving man, who I hope to share the rest of my life with, and not long after that, Rebecca, the girl I fell head over heels for, found out that our other friends were overreacting to what I had said, and she forgave me. But I did not leave my boyfriend to go back to her.

Not a day goes by where I don\'t wonder what would have happened had we had given our love a second chance. I do still love her, but I love my fiancée, and I have made up my mind to stay with him, as she has made up her mind to stay with her current boyfriend.

I haven\'t come out to everyone. My fiancée and his brothers now, as well as my younger brother and I think the vast majority of my friends, but my family does not know. I think my parents may have figured it out, I am just not ready to tell them yet. My fiancée accepts the fact that I\'m bisexual, and even has tried to make me more comfortable with my sexuality, and for that, I am grateful.

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Kirsty

Hi im Kirsty, im 20 and ive known i was a lesbian since primary school (about 6/7 years old). I know people always say theres no way you can know at that age and i suppose its ture as i didnt understand what sexuality was. All i knew was that i always found girls pretty and attractive.

When i got to high school i went out with a couple of guys but really i just thought of them as friends, just going along with the relationship because that was what everyone else was doing. In about year 8 I had my first kiss with a girl, we were all drunk, but the day after i couldnt stop thinking about it. I didnt have a crush on the girl, it just got me realising that girls were deffinatly for me.  Not long after that i offically came out to my frineds (who pretty much all knew anyway) a few were a bit funny at first but most were all supportive and didnt really care.

My first proper girlfriend i was with on and off for about 2/3 years untill we went to college and her new friends started tell her it was wrong and spreading rummors about us, I guess she couldnt handle it. I had a couple of flings after that but nothing serious untill i started uni.

I started hanging out with my sisters best friend. We used to be friends but drifted apart over the years. I had always had a massive crush on her since i was about 13 a guess but i didnt know she was gay and also she is 4 years older than me so when i was younger the age difference mattered more.

So anyway we started hanging out, we would stay up all night just talking, she knew i was gay but told me she wasnt. I accepted this at first but i couldnt get her out of my head and one day i just kissed her and told her how i felt. I was so scared i really didnt want to lose her as a freind but i had to atleast give it a shot because she makes me feel amazing, she is so funny and the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life. She didnt run off and still wanted to be friends, i was a little dissapointed but glad i didnt lose her completly. A few days later she came to my dorm room and asked me to be her girlfriend, it was so sweet, i couldnt believe how lucky i was. We have been happy together for the last 2 years and hopefully for many years to come.

I have never offically come out to my parents although they do know and accept my girlfriend, in fact my mum and her get along pretty well and have know each other for years. They are mainly fine with it but have a thing about telling the rest of the family. I dont know why they dont want them to know. Im not really all that bothered im not going to lie if anyone asks but ill agree not to shout it out at the family get togethers lol. They will find out eventually as i cant see myself marrying a guy. I just hope they are just as understanding as everyone else has been.

Im so glad i took the risk and i would recomend anyone else to do so as well. If its what you want you should atleast try, you would regret it if you dont say anything. Even if it doesnt go the way you hope atleat you wont be wondering what if. Love is something that youu need to work for it wont just fall at your feet.

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Kimi

Hello my name is Kimi. And I am Lesbian and I love women. I still have no idea why but that just me! Well I came out to my friends in middle school. Bad idea when I told them I thought they would be happy but instead disgrace. They didn\'t talk to me for months. I would be like did I do something wrong, they would never answer. The girl that I like was friends with them I told her, she was happy for me to. We were good friends, me and her would go after school go get something to eat. She was beautiful. But when my so called friends stoped being their she was also not their. I felt sad, depressed and suicidle. I truly wanted to die. Kept on asking why are they anger to someone who did nothing wrong but like\'s the opostie sex. That was middle school years.

       My almost 15 half since that incident. My first year of high school was lot different then middle school I met this beautiful mexican girl. She was in one my math class in middle school. Her name was sexy Celest was her name. Long light brown hair, soft skin, light brown or green eyes and beautiful smile, lips and all. I had not told her because I didn\'t want her to freak. Or be scared of me. I wanted to keep it a seacreat. That didn\'t last long. We were sitting in math when she wrote on my paper \"So you like women?\" I blushed and smiled was like \"Yeah!\" After the lesson she was why didn\'t you tell me. I told her the story what happen in middle school how my only friends disgraced me because my sexuality and I didn\'t want to happen again. She said to that she didn\'t care. After that we became realy good friends we talked alot in school but not after. I started truly like her when she would to thing that she know is flitering when ever I talked to her I would always talke look into her eyes. I would have such sexual tention between us that she would be like do you like me. I would simle and said No. I fell so hard for her. At the end of that year She said because such bad graded she would be tranfred to different school closer to her house. I was sad I would cry every night. Until that final bell that final hug and that final feeling being loved. I will miss her. The love my Life Celest. Forever and All ways. Because of that hard for me to fall for girls but now I have to find my self again?

             Been about year since last school year or less. One thing that I haved learn is that you can\'t be scared even though I  am. I love wome I truly do but. My courage to ask girl out is out of reach for me. Some day I will truly find the one I will give my heart to. I am single. The one rule to give you ladys never hurt the women you are with they are part of you and to never say why are you lesbian, bi, gay or striight or transgender. I will support all never less then that.

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Anon

The one special girl who has helped me develop the real me is griselda. She was my first girlfriend. She isnt the type of girl who throws on make up or even bothers to do her hair. She is more of a giving and caring person. One thing i hate about her is that she has addiction to stuff. I meet her in middle school. We are both high school grads and of course keep in contact. Ther ehasnt been a day I dont think of her. I have a boyfriend and am able of leaving him for her. Momentarily she is dating another girl in which she wouldnt leave. it hurts to know that all the things shes done in the past has damaged me alot to confess what I feel for her. I do thank her for making me realize I am bi sexual. We started going out in th beginging of high school and aroung the same time she cheated on me with my friend. She cheated lied and even crushed my heart. I have a hard time dealing around with what I amm and what to do bc of my experiences.

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Radhika

Hi I\'m Radhika.

I am a lesbian although i never realized this until I was 12. I woould masturbate secretly in my room and sometimes use my brothers electric toothbrush. One day my brother almost caught me and I got scared. I stopped expressing my sexuality completely. I wasw afraid to tell my family becuase they were extremely religious.

2 years later a girl emailed me online to tell me they wanted to speak to me. I spoke to them on msn and they wanted to see me through webcam. We started having cyber sex before we met.

The first time we met. It was a little odd but we soon got on and a week later we had sex for the first time. I slept over her house and when her parents were asleep she slipped her fingers down to my knickers and slowly rubbed my pussy. I was freaked out but I didn\'t want her to stop. She slowly got yp and undressed me and slid herself on top of me and began sucking my nipples. I began fingering her as she moaned and it was amazing. She and I licked each other and rubbed our pussies together. It was amazing. I fell in love with her.

I couldn\'t keep it a secret anymore so I confessed it to my parents. They were so understanding that I was a lesbian and told my brothers. Now I don\'t feel uncomfortable telling people that I am a lesbian and I don\'t get harassed because of it.

My advice is that whoever is afraid about their sexuality should tell people because they won\'t react as shocked and ashamed as you may think.

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Ursula

Hi, the name\'s Ursula and I\'m 13 years old. I\'m in 8th grade. Most people say I\'m too young to know what I want. I like to think I\'m pretty mature for my age, so I don\'t care if you take me seriously or not. I\'m bisexual and I\'m not confused about that. I like girls more than guys, and to be honest, I\'m actually hoping to get into an all-girl\'s school. Heh. Get ready to swallow an ear full, hun, because when I get to ranting, it usually takes a couple days to finish.

I\'m not sure when I first started liking girls but I think I finally drifted from denial around a year or so ago. I was really confused and I wanted some answers, some solid answers. I wasn\'t in the mood to go through all that sappy, mumbo-jumbo, \"Love knows no gender, blah blah blah\" and so on and so forth. I wasn\'t stupid enough to go asking adults what it meant if you were attracted to other girls. As per usual, the internet was a huge help with research and all and a couple books I read about lesbians.

The thing that I kept feeling bad about was the fact I felt the need to do all this on the sly. I didn\'t let my father know and I most definately didn\'t let my mother know. I didn\'t let my siblings, my closest friends, or relatives know. It was my secret. I lied about a lot of things, and once I even had somewhat of a girlfriend. I\'m not sure if it was much of a relationship, but we were intimate when no one else was around, so I guess it was.

I met this girl named Pauline. I have to say she was the most beautiful girl I\'d ever laid eyes on. Ready for the cliche part of this story? She was very... popular, you could say? Especially with the guys. I wasn\'t particularly popular in school, but I wasn\'t a loner exactly. One day, I decided to throw caution to the wind and talk to her, and what do you know? We became insta-friends! I liked her a lot, but I couldn\'t possibly sprawl the guts to tell her that, now could I?

Eventually, her parents said I could sleep over while they were out of town. Apparently her parents thought I was two years older than her or something? Yeah, I thought that was pretty hilarious. Anyway, so I stayed over. We did the normal things: We created a mess in the kitchen in an attempt to make a sweet snack, played around with the camera on our phones, and- oh, my favorite- watched scary movies with salty, buttery popcorn. But as soon as we got bored and outside hit dark, we started to play games. She would kiss me, I would kiss back. She would touch me, I would touch her. We\'d snuggle together and everything. We sure wrestled a lot, which I liked... a lot. Haha! I asked her what all that meant the next day at school. Do you know what she said? \"Best friends do that a lot.\" ... Are you kidding me? No way in frozen hell did I believe that yet I couldn\'t find it in me to be annoyed at her. If she didn\'t want to admit it, I couldn\'t do anything about it.

After that, I was at her house almost day. After a while, she confessed to me. She seemed confused when she did, like she was just as confused about liking girls as I was, and so we went out on secret dates a lot. It usually just consisted of us lying to our parents and then when we were alone, we would be intimate. It was fun and I thought things couldn\'t get any better. Then, reality set in. As I said before, Pauline was very popular especially with the guys. It wasn\'t really surprising to find her kissing a guy near her house. I felt like a dork and a sponge at the same time. A dork because she had been a reason why I felt I was confused about my sexuality in the first place. A sponge because I felt at that time that I contained so much water that it actually spilled from my eyes and I didn\'t talk to her for days. We cleared up the predicament after a while, but I don\'t think I ever liked her the same. I think of her more as a friend now, but she keeps at saying how much she likes me. She\'s so teasing, I\'m not sure if she joking or not.

Wow, that was a lot to type. Well at least it\'s a true story, believe it or not. And really, I don\'t care if you don\'t. If you do, that\'s great! If you don\'t, too bad for you, I guess. Seriously I\'m surprised you\'re still reading after all that, so thanks. So after curiousity about dating a girl was done and over (and after I wafted through my denial clumsily), I started to think about my parents.

Now I was pretty sure my father wouldn\'t be pleased if I told him that I had a thing for girls, but I definately know he wouldn\'t be as upset as how my mother would over-react. I tried to hint it to her, but the woman\'s in-denial. I think my dad\'s pretty much got the picture but I\'m not too sure. I think I\'ll tell them one day when I\'m older... much, much older. Maybe when I\'m equiped to handle the emotional pressure. Until then, wish me luck so that it has a low possibility of all this blowing up in my face. (o.o)b
 

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Elle

i remember liking girls even back when i was about 6. i have always felt like an outsider, and i found it especially hard to keep up with fashion and things like that, i just didnt have any idea at all of what kind of things to wear. it was really confusing.

when i was about 13, i fell in love with my best friend, which was really hard. it took a while for me to come to terms with the fact i liked her, and when i told her it started off a year of almost complete hell between us. when i was 14, i fell in love with another girl, and after liking her for about a year we became good friends, although i found it really hard to be around her and keep this huge secret from her. the thing is though, she helped me come to terms with who i am, and to feel comfortable talking to people about mysexuality and being open about it. she still doesn't know i liked her, but she's made my life a lot easier for me by helping me through it.

now, we're good friends and i don't like her that way anymore. i feel so much more free for being able to be open about who i really am, and now i even enjoy talking about it in front of people who arent comfortable with it, it's sometimes quite amusing!

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Anita

My name is Anita, and I am 15 year of age. I first new that I was into girls when I was in year 8. My first year of high school hell. Now even though I new it in my gut, I didn't except it until about the beginning of year 10. I was way too scared to. Although most of my friends had told me they were gay/lesbian. My mum had just started getting into church and I was most of all scared to tell her.

My friends mainly guessed. But I wanted to tell my mum officially first. So one day after school I came home and told her, she had a few questions which I didn't have any answers to so I don't think she completely believed me. But after I told my brothers, she came up an was like, So it's true? And I was like, Yer it is.

Then I officially came out. I told my friends that I was bi, but kept the fact that I'm more attracted to women to myself. The hardest part about telling my friends' was that a couple of them felt weird. So I explained something to them. I said, Have I ever made you feel as though I'm attracted to you? Are you attracted to every guy you see? Because I'm not attracted to every guy or girl I see, and you are in that category, and just coz I like women doesn't mean I'm into you. And then just to show I'm still the old sarcastic me I said, I know it's a big blow to your pride. And after that, they felt a tad better.

But just coz my friends were fine with it didn't mean that the rest of the school was. I got bullied and just ignored. What they couldn't comprehend was that being bi some times sucks, you not only get rejected by one gender but you get rejected by two. You get hardly any help from the lesbian community coz they feel like you just can't make up your mind. And your greedy.

But one day at school, I fell for this girl. She was a couple of months younger than me, went to my church and used to date my brother. Well, that didn't really matter to me, she was the highlight of my day.
We eventually went out, but I broke up with her about 1 to 2 weeks later because I had my own demons and didn't want to bring her down with me. And about a week after we broke up, I dated one of my friends, for about the same amount of time. I also ended the relationship. I was depressed and confused and very suicidal. I mainly still am. And only you, the readers know this, and probs my best friend Leslea. But the worst part about this all, is that I still love my first girl friend. And I always will.

So, I'm gonna go know, but I hope this story has helped you. thanx for reading it. love ya. xoxo.
 

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