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Stacie and (Girl-Haylee) in Stacie's room, Stacie is changing clothes after work so they can go to a movie...
Haylee: So Stacie, I told my mom.
Stacie: Told your mom what?
Haylee: You know, about me and Madison...
Stacie: You and Madison what?
Haylee: You know...about us...
Stacie: What did y'all do?
Haylee: You know what I'm talking about! (Rolling her eyes)
Stacie: I do?
Haylee: Madison and I have been going out for a while now, surely you knew that!
Stacie: Wait, are you...like...No! You aren't gay!
Haylee: Why not?
Stacie: Because! You've seen me naked!
Haylee: Yes, Yes I have...(grins)
Haylee: So Stacie, I told my mom.
Stacie: Told your mom what?
Haylee: You know, about me and Madison...
Stacie: You and Madison what?
Haylee: You know...about us...
Stacie: What did y'all do?
Haylee: You know what I'm talking about! (Rolling her eyes)
Stacie: I do?
Haylee: Madison and I have been going out for a while now, surely you knew that!
Stacie: Wait, are you...like...No! You aren't gay!
Haylee: Why not?
Stacie: Because! You've seen me naked!
Haylee: Yes, Yes I have...(grins)
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Lesbian Essay
The hardest barrier I have ever faced in my life was figuring out that I am a lesbian. Yeah, you heard right; Im a lesbian. Not a very big surprise if you talk to the kids at my school. To them, Its just another reason to pick on me. But I faced this mountainous barrier with integrity, justice, courage, and determination. This fact came with a ton of barriers packed within, as it in itself is not a barrier. The first of these barriers was the fact that telling my mother meant almost certain death, the constance of religions haunting impression of hate which still lingers over the modern civilization, and the fact that I am
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I am in third grade.
I like a boy in my class, all the others are icky. Girls are better than them.
I am in forth grade.
Some boys are cute, most are weird. I learn I like girls. I feel scared and alone.
I am in fifth grade.
Only some boys are ok, alot are weird. I like a girl in my class. I tell a 'friend'. Rumors spread.
I am in sixth grade.
Boys are weird. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.
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Secrets..
"We're just friends"
You say these words again and again
Because everyone is convinced,
That we are girlfriends.
You laugh it off,
"Oh yea, as if!"
I laugh along
But you don't notice that it's cold.
You don't pay attention to
The pounding of my heart
When you rest your head on my chest.
You don't feel my fingers tremble
When they meet your skin.
You don't notice my breathing
When your tongue slithers over my neck.
You fall asleep in my arms,
So you don't feel my lips
Brush slightly against your ear
And what's more, you don't hear
When I whisper,
"I love you"
You mumble something from your dreams
And just as I think I ma
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Kind of a follow up to Telling Mom--Based on real experiences I had when I came out to friends of mine
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You're funny. Quite witty. ^_^