Theatre Girl
I was mildly interested to realize that, in a theatre camp group having two male instructors, two male counselors, and two female counselors, there was not a person among us who liked women.
I was mildly interested to realize that, in a theatre camp group having two male instructors, two male counselors, and two female counselors, there was not a person among us who liked women.
I realized I had probably picked the wrong religion when the priest, a week after he had read my essay about acceptance and respect of all people out loud to the class, told me that I would go to hell after I told him I was gay.
When she told me the story of the guy who was hitting on her without knowing she was a lesbian, I got the distinct impression she was telling me, "Stop hitting on me, I am a lesbian."
Midway through my father's funeral, I realized that almost everyone at the service probably thought my best friend--whose hand I was clinging to--was my lesbian lover.
My elementary-school boyfriend refused to come out of the closet even to his best friend and then died of AIDS.