So This Is a Funny Story

Back when I was in 8th grade, I realised I had some interest in girls. Bi? Pan? Les? I had no idea, but I knew it was something. My mom had this "every time we move, she's straightened a little" kind of mindset, so we moved back to the city neighboring city of where I grew up in right before my freshman year of high school (as I'm writing this, I'm in my junior year). My freshman year, I was at a new school with new people. I only knew two people--one I had a class with--from where I grew up. So, with crippling anxety, I had to make new ones. At this point, I had jumped the gun and proclaimed myself as lesbian (I was wrong, FYI), and that's how I associated myself. Now there was this hella cute girl in my little "clique" who happened to be bi, and I asked her out. I didn't want to go through the fear of telling my mom again that I liked a girl, nonetheless, dating one. My mom suspected it, though, because I talked about her more than I thought, and I was really upset when I found out she was moving. My mom sat me in the living room.

"You kissing girls?"

"No, mother."

"The dog?"

About this time, my dog jumped in my lap, licking my face.

"You'd be happier to know it was the dog rather than what you don't know."

And that's how I came out.