I am a 22 year old lesbian in the South of the UK. I grew up in a pretty ordinary household, not stereotypical but ordinary. I lived in a house with my mum, brother and two sisters and spent every other weekend with my dad. School was pretty normal for me up until I started high school because that is when I knew. I mean I had always had celebrity crushes on women and not men but I hadn’t really understood what that meant and just thought that everyone felt the same as me. So high school was when it clicked, my friends either had boyfriends, were talking about boys or talking about heterosexual sex.
So about two months ago, I came out as a lesbian. Publicly. On social media. So naturally, everybody knows. Even people who don’t know me know I’m gay. Before coming out, the only repercussions I thought of occurring were to myself. I never thought me coming out would really effect the other people in my life. I was apparently, very wrong.
I have begun to shed my femininity again. It always begins with my hair. The act of cutting my own hair comes too easily — the scissors are right there, sharp and waiting. It took me months to return to this point. I told myself I’d get my hair cut by a professional at an actual salon (my mom’s preference, for sure) once I moved back to California for the summer, and that I’d just have to deal with the shoulder length curls — my definition of long hair — until then.
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All the way through grade school and most of high school, I was picked on. Back then no one ever spoke of ‘bullies’, no supports of any tangible kind. No anti-bullying campaigns, GSA’s or teachers looking out for students. In fact, many teachers perpetuated the bullying by either supporting it or ignoring it altogether. And because no one ever told me these boys were bullies I thought it was my fault.
I knew at a very young age that I was not like other boys my age. I never liked the typical “boys toys, ” and I would always rather play with dolls and other toys typically associated with girls. Then when I was 12 years old, I told the ﬁrst person I knew at a very young age that I was not like other boys and when I was 12 years old I told the ﬁrst person that I was gay, and it was a huge relief.
I developed this speech with the goal of bringing awareness to an ignored subject. LGBT+ youth are not properly represented in schools. I tried to share my views with my peers and respected adults, but they were all trained to believe that LGBT people are irrelevant to society.