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The door was opened and there she stood. This beautiful punk rock girl in sweats, hardly any make-up, wondering what in the hell I was doing at her door with a brown paper bag. She started off with a big smile and “Hi! What are you doing here?” I, on the other hand, was exploding inside as the whole time I had been focused on whether or not to come over and knock on the door itself, I clearly had been too stupid to play it through in my head as to what might happen if the door indeed opened. I must have stood there for at least thirty seconds before acknowledging my own name.

I’ll start my journey off when my sexuality reared its head and wanted to be heard in the 10th grade. Like so many of us, I had crushes on friends, teachers, I even had the Farrah Fawcett swimsuit poster on my wall at age 10 (GET A CLUE MOM) but nothing had really happened other than a few childhood kisses here and there that I’m pretty sure more than us gay women have.