This is a story about a gay girl that discovers she isn’t gay… then discovers she is gay… then realizes that she is just bi, but is not really sure. Confused yet? I know I was. That girl was me.
I was eighteen years old, and summer break was just about over. A new school year was beginning ,yet unlike most people, I was excited. Not for the reasons one could imagine, however.
I was a lesbian. At least I thought I was since I had never been attracted to the opposite sex. My room was plastered with pictures of girls, and my internet history flooded with lesbian porn. My parents figured out when I was younger that I was gay, and I believed them. It made sense, so how could I argue it? My parents were incredibly supportive, and I felt truly blessed.
That’s actually a lie. I was attracted to one man. However, to avoid crossing into another category, I’m going to omit that part. I never told my parents about this one man though. So they were convinced I was a lesbian. Anyway…