This post all started because todays assignment was to make a better blogroll. I was visiting a friends blog to look at her blogroll. Her blog led me to another blog which inspired me to write this post. I was so inspired that I decided to do yesterdays homework over again. See that, I used links back to their blogs. I am so learning from blogging101! If I did everything right, those links should go to lily pups life, Lesbian Like Me, and yesterdays homework Get Inspired by the neighbors.
Mine is called a different kind of coming out story because I have never heard of another like it. I guess you could say I kinds “Came Out Twice”.
I guess the best place to start would be at the beginning. I had my 1st long-term boyfriend in the 6th grade. I don’t know how old you are then, but it was too young to engage in more than a kiss. I remember that first kiss. I remember thinking how soft his lips were, almost like what I imagined a girls to be like. The following year, I recall that we did engage in what I guess could be described as heavy petting. I was okay during it as we were experimenting just like we were suppose to. When he left I did not even want to kiss him. I felt that uncomfortable. We broke up.
High School came a long and I spent the whole time boyfriendless. I just wasn’t interested. One night I decided I was going to lose my virginity. So that is what I did. I was out with classmates and we were drinking. I looked at one of them and said. “I am going to have sex with you Tonight.” Imagine being a 17 year old boy and have an 18 year old girl telling you this. I probably don’t have to tell you, but he said yes.
When I was around 19, enter new friends Bill and Karen . Roger and Kate. Bill was older and had a crush on me, Karen was younger and I ended up sleeping with her one day. Just like that. This was my 1st experience with a woman, it was not Karen’s. To Me, It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. The next day I felt different. All day at work I was paranoid that everyone knew I had slept with a woman. It is all I could think about. I never saw Karen again until maybe 15 years later, but that shall be a whole story.
When I was 20 I relocated to a different part of the state. I was a simple country girl dropped in the middle of Sin City. No one knew me there. I was in a somewhat serious relationship with a man at the time, but when I moved we lost touch. Everything was changing so fast for me, light dawning everywhere. I figured what the heck. why not live my life as a lesbian The coming out process was fairly easy for me. It involved telling my Mom, sister, and the only friend I had left. My mom responded with, “I always thought that, I just didn’t want to mention it.” My sister said “I always knew that, I just didn’t want to say anything.” And my best friend confessed that she too was a lesbian and in love with her best friend. See, Did I lie? I said it was fairly easy
Through the years I dated, was single, dated some more, had my heart broken, and was single again. I went to all the Pride Parades, went back to college with Women’s Studies as my 1st course, and even took the RedEye to DC for The March On Washington. Enter Jax.
I mentioned this name before in this Blogging101assignment. The very first thing this man ever heard me say was “who the hell is Jax and why does he have my job?” There was downsizing going on, we had to sign up for new jobs and Jax took the one I wanted. He approached, pointed to another, and commented “if you took that one we would be working together.” I figured what the heck at least I would know someone in the new building. I worked nights in an institution. For the most part it remained quiet so the staff had a lot of time to talk and get to know one another. I might go into a ‘not so quiet night sometime, but that might take a book. I made some lifelong friends working those nights. I eventually found the woman I thought I wanted to be with. We knew each other as coworkers and tried to expand on that. Our relationship moved very fast. Maybe a bit too fast for me. I found myself at night talking about my relationship to Jax. He in turn talked about his relationship. We got to be pretty good friends. One night I was talking to another coworker David about my relationship. He shocked the hell right out of me when he said,
“I do not think you are a lesbian, and I do not think you are straight. I think you are going to fall in love with a human being, a person not a sex.” -David Hoyt
Around this same time I was promoted and switched shifts. The shift change limited my time with my girlfriend. I had a lot of time alone, to think. This is not always a good thing for me, but this time it may have been. I thought about my life, my feelings, my relationships, my sexuality. I was never really good at any of those things and here they all were, all at once, right in front of me. I just knew I was not in love with my GF. I was in love with MY FRIEND!!!! Jax was my friend and somewhere along the way he became more.
friends with benefits made us laugh four a very long time.
It was harder telling my Mom I was in love with a man than it was to tell her I was gay. In September, Jax and I will have been married 15 years. We have had some interesting, trying, joyful times, we have gotten through them all. Life is a little bit easier when you are on the Journey with Your Friend. your best friend.
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