Unique Dionca'
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The “Gay” Life
I know you're probably wondering, “TWO pretty faces? MARRIED?! Something can’t be right,” but no... it’s where we belong. I’m beyond happy to stand where I stand today, to say I’m a lesbian and I’m happy with the life I live and the shoes I walk in. Most people will say they were born gay, but I think I’m mature enough to say when I realized my sexuality was different then the other little girls around me. Back when I was in kindergarten, we had nap time where you get a blue pad to lay on and grab your blanket. Everyone grabbed their blankets while I grabbed the closet blue cot to a girl I thought at the time would like me (some little girl who is now irrelevant). The point was, I knew then at a young age that something was different about me and I mustn’t show face too soon to my parents. So years flew by, where I’m now in middle school. My mom moved us (my little brother, who was diagnosed with autism as a baby, myself, and my mother) to Motel 6. She was a single mom who tried her best to raise her two kids with no help, not even from the men who helped bring us into this world. But anyways, it was my first day at school and I was really nervous being that we were homeless and this was a NO UNIFORM policy middle school, so you just wore your whole wardrobe to school, and being that we were practically homeless, I had but so many options to choose from for school. My first period was science and in front of me sat a girl I could actually say was the word beautiful. She smiled like no other, her hair looked so soft as if it didn’t needed to be touched, and everyone except me knew of this girl. Her name was Angel (who is now my wife). I was so nervous to speak to her the way everyone else was, so comfortable with speaking to her—I just wished I could do the same. So I wrote her a note, and only 1 minute later she wrote me back... she liked me just as much as I liked her. The first thing that came to mind was my mother.
By Unique Dionca'6 years ago in Humans