Once I was eating jello with my best friends and after eating like twenty little cups of jello we realized they were jello shots. There was a lot of alcohol in them. That night we had our first lesbian experience.
When I was little I had a best friend. You know how kids have secret handshakes? We had one, but it wasn't with our hands. We would touch our tongues together. We never thought twice about it. Today I know I am a lesbian. And I don't remember that girl's name at all. I wonder if she remembers, lol. Weird, I know.
I've always thought my first boyfriend was my first kiss, until one day I had a sudden flashback to 2nd grade and remembered that me and my best friend attempted to "make out" in the girls bathroom. We both thought guys had cooties, so we decided to be lesbian together.
I come from a very small, very religious town. My life is seriously that whole sob story. I've been bullied since I was 9: verbally, physically and sexually. Now, at 15, I've realized that I'm bisexual. I'm scared to tell anyone because my mum is really religious, my dad's homophobic, my friends are close-minded and my school is Catholic (they kicked a girl out for being lesbian).
Nobody knows that I'm a lesbian. Once I tried telling my mom and she freaked out and told me it's a phase. She told me not to tell anyone because it wasn't true and that people at church would give me and my family dirty looks. She did everything she could to make me "change". I couldn't take it anymore so I just told her that it worked and that I was "changed". She's convinced that I'm straight again.