there are two instances in my life when i was called out on liking girls.
i went to a catholic school from 4th to 8th grade. we would have sleepovers, for birthdays usually. at some point in the night a Skinemax porn would appear on the tv. this was how i learned about sex, not birds and bees shit but that men stuck their dicks into women’s vaginas and they would toss around and scream and groan and grunt. and that women would stick out their tongues and lick other women. it looked like a lot of fun. everyone had big hair and long red nails and shiny lips and tan lines and bush. whoever stared at the screen the longest was the “lesbian”. all the girls would point at the perpetrator and scream “lesbian! lesbian! you’re a lesbian!”. this happened to me once. i was super embarassed. not because i got caught staring the longest,but because it was true. well, partially. this, by the way, was the same group of girls that liked to couple up, get under the sheets and pretend they just got married and that this was their honeymoon. they would moan and groan and fake hump. what a bunch of pervs. i bet they were for real humping. catholic school girls.
the second happened sophomore year of high school during French class. brian godlewski,who sat in front of me, turned around one day looked me dead in the eyes and said “tasha, you’re a lesbian.” all i could think was how did he know?
it wasn’t until later that i learned the term bisexual.
the first time i kissed a girl was at a rave in 1995. michelle. i was on a lot of drugs. it wasn’t anything too special, probably because i was on a lot of drugs. come to think of it, nothing feels very special right now.