Maybe it was her long, dark hair. Maybe it was her cute Australian accent. Maybe, just maybe, it was the way she looked at me when someone asked her a question, because she didn’t know how to reply. But, I fell for her. Through the boring science lessons and the fun social studies classes, we made witty comments and laughed our asses off.
I am Chloe, a very loud and promiscuous panromantic homosexual! I am proud of who I am, and comfortable in my own skin. Arguably, my experience in the queer community has been a pleasant one from the start, as I was able to find a like-minded community as soon as I accepted my sexuality.
Coming from a Christian background, I was always taught that everything has to follow a straight path. But when I grew older, things started to change.
I came out to my mom when I was 23. I showed her a picture of a girl I was dating who could pass off as a male at times. She exclaimed “He’s short, but pretty good looking,” and jokingly, I replied “She’s cute, right?” Her eyes grew wide, and I could almost hear her heart rate as it skyrocketed.