I am a lesbian. There, I said it. If you can't wrap your mind around it, please at least try. You'll be doing more than my father.
Do you know how it feels to be glared at by the homophobes as you walk down the hallway, have people whisper about you, giggle, call you horrible names? If you're lucky enough not to know, I'll tell you. It's like ice pierced through my heart, again and again with every glare, until I feel like there's nothing left and yet I still get hurt. My question is, what did I ever do to you? I'm new at my school, and I havn't even talked to half my class. I'm a girl like the rest of you, trying to find her place in this crazy world, and you somehow have a right to make me feel inadequate? Hardly. I have a right to live just as you do, and a right to love as freely as any man and woman do. I may be a freak, but it's me who is the freak, not my hormones. I'm built the way I am.