I guess you could say I was pretty sheltered child. Growing
up my parents were going thorough a lot so I spend a lot of time with my
grandparents and my Papaw was a preacher which lead to me spending a lot of
time in church. It’s really weird though because my mom’s cousin is gay who was
like an uncle to me. Even though my mom’s cousin is gay I never really considered
him to be gay. I don’t think I put it together because that’s what I always
knew him to act like so I just thought it was normal for him even though I knew
he was different from the other men in my life.
Even though I grew up with a gay uncle, I never had an
encounter with a lesbian. I knew what it meant because of movies of course but
it was something weird to me and I didn’t really understand it. I remember
being a freshman in high school and sitting in my art class when one of my
friends. We were freaked out because there was a lesbian in the class who sat a
table away from us. This was my first encounter with a lesbian. The class was
small and it was one where you could talk so you got to know people In it. One
day my friend and I were sitting at our table and the girl came and sat at the
end of it. Being the narrow-minded people we were when we were 14 we freaked
out and kind of gave her the silent treatment. We thought she had a crush on us. Eventually we began to make
small talk and by the end of the year she became one of our good friends. She
explained to us that just because she liked girls that didn’t mean she liked us
like that. She told us she had a type and straight girls weren’t her type.. She
is only attracted to other lesbians for the most part except for the occasional
crush of a straight girl but she would never do anything to peruse them or make
them feel uncomfortable. In the beginning
of the school year she was the weird lesbian and by the end of it she was our
friend Noelle. It just goes to show you that you can’t be so quick to judge and
you should give everyone a chance no matter what there sexuality is.
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