Story #1324

When I came out, I almost started crying. My mom and I were sitting in our shared room, and I had been thinking about this moment for so long. I took a lot of deep breaths, and eventually I managed to say it: “I like girls.” My mom gave me a blank look and said, “No duh.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t dropped hints over the years, or hadn’t otherwise been really obvious about it — I just wanted to actually say it for once.