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Dear Mom and Dad, I figured since today is National Coming Out Day, I should send this to you.  I wrote this a while ago not even thinking of sharing it. What I am about to tell you, you already know.  Although, I'm not sure if you understand it or even acknowledge it.  Therefore, I feel the need to tell you again and try to explain it a little better. First, know that this is definitely not the effect of you raising me the wrong way, not dressing me girly enough, the internet, or anything like that at all.  I am this way because I was born like this.  I was born me, my own individual.  And with being one's own individual comes certain as

What will you say? What will you think when you learn how different I am? Will you love me and support me like a pillar? Will you be disgusted by the child you brought into this world? All I want is your approval, for I am a lonely orange leaf on a tree of green. Your patient eyes stare into mine as the thump in my chest grows louder. I release my bottled up words, and all you can say is "Oh". The slow rush of seconds pressures you to say more. You say it's okay, you're glad I told you. It'll take you some time, but it'll be alright. I feel relieved, relieved that it's finally over. Now I can be me. I can be myself. I am f

MOM AND DAD You've always told me to be honest. I know that. I know how bad it hurts you when I lie to you. But sometimes I wonder, is the truth something you really want to hear? Or will it hurt you more than the lies? Which is worse--knowing or not knowing? You can never know until you do know. But, to me, it's worse if you do know. The reason I haven't ever told you this is not because I'm ashamed, but because I fear your reaction. Will you yell? Cry? Kick me out? Hit me? Or worse, will you simply never accept me? Will I be an alien in my own home forever? These are the things of which I am afraid. It started in fifth grade. One of my

Mommy, I don’t know how to tell you. I don’t like to keep secrets, But I’m so afraid of your reaction. Would you hate me If I said there was someone I liked? And that it wasn’t a boy? Would I still be your baby-girl, Your pride and joy, Your angel, If I told you, I was a lesbian? Daddy, Would you be angry with me, Or at me, If I thought another girl was attractive? Would you scream, Would you yell? Would you still have your dreams, Of watching me grow. Or giving me away, In a flowing gown of white, If I told you, I was a lesbian? All my life, I wanted to make you both so proud, Make you both smile

I didn't live in poverty, nor did my parents abuse me. They gave me plenty of love. I've pretty much always liked guys, and I think I knew it right from the start. At first I saw a book on the library bookshelves about a christian boy who came out to his parents and they quoted scriptures and told him it was wrong and when he said he was gay and there was nothing wrong with it, they kicked him out of the house at 12 years old.  Now, I didn't realize that my parents might be different--might be open minded. But that didn't occur to me. I guess I really didn't "come out" I was helping out at the hospital my Dad worked at (I was 11, I think) w

February 14th, 2011. What a way to spend Valentine's day- locked in the Psych Ward of a local hospital, 40 minutes away from my school. And my birthday is in two days. Life really sucks right now.. but I'm dealing the best I can. A really nice guy named George, who is a great psycho-analyst who has taken a particular liking to me, has just sat down for his fourth session with me during my time in the hospital. "So are you a lesbian..?" He says, asking me nonchalantly, as though he had just asked my hair color. "Wh. . ." ..  I said, off guard. lesbian .. Immediately I think of girls violently having sex and putting their mouths in dirty pla

No mom. I haven't slept with her. No mom. I'm sure of it. No mom. I know who I am. No mom. This isn't just a phase. No mom. She means more to me than anyone. No mom. I'm sure boys don't do it for me. No mom. This isn't for attention. No mom. Can you just listen for a second? No mom. How is this your fault? It's not anyone's fault. No mom. Why is this such a big issue? No mom. You know I love you. How could you say that? No mom. She's a really nice girl, you should meet her. No mom. I know dad's not around, that's not the reason. No mom. Could you just shut up for a second! No mom. Why is it now, you take an intere

      I walk through the door, and my eyes meet the sign....                                       OUT                    It says.         I smile a little to myself.  You're right. I am          OUT                   And every time I walk through that door, and see that sign, I become..... A little more....      OUT Of the closet that has been my life. Of of the grasp of darkness. Of excuses to hide who I am.     I will not be silenced. I am a lesbian. I am in love. I am.... OUT

Coming Out By Ahhelga ... Mom always told me that I would break the guys' hearts. I guess you could say she was right. In the past few years, I've been courted so many times I've lost count. I've turned them all down. I felt it was wrong to be with a boy. I never understood why. It just was. And while my friends lusted over Orlando Bloom, I lusted over Angelina Jolie. It was a secret, of course, and I always brushed it off. I thought it meant nothing. I think it happened when my mom's friend asked her if I was lesbian. My mom scoffed at the thought and told me the 'silly idea'. I gave a slight laugh about it and didn't speak further

READ DESCRIPTION. - - - - Dear Mom, I love you. You raised me perfectly. Please don't let this letter make you doubt that. It is because of you, that I'm the person I am today. Please keep an open mind about this, and that no matter what happens, I will always be your child. I'll simply say this right now, I'm not pregnant, I'm not on drugs and I don't drink. That's not what this is about. My hand is shaking as I write this, it's really hard for me. In all honesty, I'm terrified about what you will think, and how you will react. I'm still the same person I've always been, your only child, and nothing will ever change that. This is also not