Being gay is weird
My fellow same-sex attracted people can possibly testify to this or not…
Being gay is weird. It’s something that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. One thing you know you are normal and you life trajectory is as generic as sliced bread or ketchup. You’re going to be happy with a man and have a child some day just as they say.
But then you begin to notice that who actually enthralls you happens to be female. Something about their softness, their depth of humanity calls to you as if they are some oasis in a desert. It’s a song that you hear and you know it’s for you.
But only after you are left singing does the reality begin to set in. Somehow this is… not quite right. Something about it just strikes most people as a little odd. And this story you expect to live up to… well it’s not quite how things seem to pan out in your situation. It’s the forbidden fruit but the fruit is a vegetable and the vegetable is the most amazing tomato you have ever tasted.
The experience of rhapsody punctuated by strangeness. This is how I’ve experienced my lesbianism.
Maybe just let us live our lives. You don’t have to understand us. You don’t have to try to become us. We love the female, but in a female way.
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