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.
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.
I'm straight but I find myself staring at other girls. I don't have anything against lesbians but I just don't really want to be one myself...
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.
It was easy to come out of the closet as a lesbian. Unfortunately it's a lot harder to come out again as bisexual.