Moma
After a small congratulatory yay for Hawaii's gay rights, I learned that coming out to my dad wouldn't just cost me another guilt tripping lecture, but the right to call him dad.
After a small congratulatory yay for Hawaii's gay rights, I learned that coming out to my dad wouldn't just cost me another guilt tripping lecture, but the right to call him dad.
I had always wanted to meet your family, but never under these circumstances.
When my religious grandmother told me that she thought it was "disgusting for gays to marry," I realized that she would never come to my wedding.
I found out that Don't Ask, Don't Tell had been repealed two hours after I came out to my little sister.
I decided to go big when coming out to my family by revealing all at the same time that I'm lesbian, agnostic, vegan, and I work for a phone sex hotline.
I cried when I saw that my girlfriend's mum added photos of me and my girlfriend to her family album.
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 I came out to my dad, he was majorly pissed that I had found a loophole in the "No boys 'till you're 27" rule.
I came out to my family over 6 years ago and the most painful reaction came from my father who said, "I thought you were smarter than that."
Even while we were making out that first night, the planner in me couldn't help but worry about the future of our relationship.
I disliked my coworker when I found out she was fiercely homophobic, but it became serious when I found out she also hated the Beatles.
Our first kiss seemed to have perfect timing, immediately after her accidental elbow to my forehead.
She was more upset when I told her I was a vegetarian than when I told her I was a lesbian.
Somehow, I think she would have preferred I said "lesbian" rather than "Wiccan."
Not a week after I got my first girlfriend, my sister got her's.
She kissed me in the parking lot of the Mormon church, and all the cars drove by slowly, honking their horns.
You know you are too much of a people-pleaser when you, a straight girl, hook up with a lesbian who is into you and pretend to really like it so you don't hurt her feelings.
This year, on my birthday, I will eat alone at the restaurant where I spent my happiest birthday which eventually turned into the birthday which made me despise birthdays.
My husband's biggest fear is that I'm going to leave him for a woman or a black man.
If I'd known it was possible to be a lesbian, I never would have dated him.
She caught me watching lesbian porn and now hasn't spent the night in our room in two weeks.
Eyeing the intriguingly attractive girl in line, it took me a moment to remember that it's almost impossible to find lesbians in birth control clinics.
The first time I saw her put maple syrup on her popcorn I knew I loved her.
I love watching people's faces as they realize that when I'm talking about my parents, it's not Mom and Dad but Mom and Deb.
I left my ex-wife for her and then later she left me for my ex-wife.
I wished I would have kissed you in front of my mother, just to show her that her God-fearing ways haven't affected me.
We've been together for three years, but we don't consider ourselves lesbians.
Despite coming out as a lesbian more than 10 years ago, the straight girl in me still dwells on memories of Chris and Mike and Kevin and wonders if they ever think about me.
I knew I was gay when I got my lip pierced just so I wouldn't have to kiss my boyfriend while I worked up the nerve to break up with him.
Because she never found it we agreed to assume that I had accidentally swallowed her earring that frosty evening during our first embrace at the bus depot.
Falling in love with a homophobe was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.