Feb 03, 2010 02:11
Sometimes I forget that I'm gay.
I know that sounds weird, but let me explain.
I am a female who identifies as bisexual and has been dating the same lovely girl for over a year now. There are a handful of other out-of-the-closet GLBTs at our school, but as far as I know, we're the only couple, so we get a bit more attention than everyone else as the resident "lesbian couple". Still, everytime someone calls me gay, it takes me a second to realize that they're talking about me.
I think maybe it's because for the first fourteen years or so of my life (until I got to high school, really), I thought of myself as straight. I didn't really know what being bisexual meant, so even though I used to kiss and touch two of my girl friends when I was younger, I had never really like-liked a girl, but I had like-liked a boy or two, so obviously I was straight. Then suddenly I got to high school and made new friends who called themselves bisexual, and I learned what that really meant, and I realized that gender didn't really matter to me either. A year or two later I started dating my girlfriend, and the rest is history.
But I also think it has something to with the way people say it; "gay," like we're another species. It's not just the homophobic jerks, it's the cool allies, too. Hell, I'm guilty as well. Whether one was raised to think that being gay is wrong or that being gay is a-okay, "gay" means "different". Everyone is different, but I don't think liking someone of the same gender should be any different than liking someone with a different hair color than you, and I hope it's not in the future.
So I guess it's not really that I forget I'm gay, it's more like I forget that the term applies to me.
My name is Andrea, I like to act and sing, I'm geeky, I have short pink hair, I love animals, and I'm dating a girl named Amber.
I am who I am.
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