I have
called myself a lesbian for 7 years now. I’ve been in numerous relationships
with same sex partners, been a part of the gay community and generally shown
pride at associated events. People have asked me to share my coming out story,
how I told my parents, my friends, when did I know I was a lesbian. I have
always answered these truthfully. As a 20 year old I remember referring to
myself as ‘pretty gay’ as I hated the idea of a label for life. Yet this label
business became easier as I got older. Easier to put a name to myself and recognize
my sexuality as lesbian. Sexuality is a fluid thing, changing and moving, never
still. In saying that some people do just know that they prefer the opposite or
the same sex. But what about the non-labels. The ones who do not know. Bi sexual? I hate that term, it has so many
negative connotations connected to it. I know that this isn’t a good thing to
be thinking and feeling, especially as I consider myself an open minded and supportive
person. Maybe it is the label again. The label of being equally attracted to
both male and females and having no idea where your life will lead you. At
least when you identify as one or the other it is a definite thing. I am a lesbian,
life will be hard sometimes as I explain myself to idiots. I am straight, life
will be straight forward and predictable.
There have
been 2 men that I have met recently and been attracted to. Which is probably
more confusing for me than when I first kissed a girl. I feel as if I am
betraying my community, like I am conforming to something that I don’t believe
in. I have spent all this time being comfortable in my own skin and forming a
support network of like-minded people that this common thing of being attracted
to the opposite sex has hit me like a truck. I attempt to carry on as normal,
going to town and the gay bars, texting potential female partners. But it’s
always there in my mind. What if, who am I? Have I reached a point in my life
where I want children, and therefore am attracted to who I feel can give me
that. I know that I want kids and that I have been thinking about it lately.
Maybe it is that the men my age have finally matured and I enjoy there company.
If that’s the case, was it a phase, has everything in my life up to now just
been a way of killing time while I wait for the perfect man? Even the thought
of that makes my heart ache. I’ve been through a break up and heartache
recently, maybe I am just trying something new? Sick of all the bullshit
associated with lesbians and subconsciously moved my attentions to the simple
relationship between a man and a woman. Where everything is natural and no one
questions your every move.