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High School Lesbian, and The Cure

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Lisa V. asked: Okay, what was high school like? How did being a lesbian effect it? What was your favorite part of your teenage years?

I hated high school. Who didn’t? I went to a very conservative Christian high school in the Deep South. I was a fish out of water (I’ve mentioned this before) in a lot of ways.

I didn’t actually come out until I was 19. I came out to everyone else in my life about 10 minutes after I figured it out for myself, and I was in college already. I really think that if I hadn’t been so painfully unlike many of the people around me (I mean in the obvious ways, not in the way that most everyone feels at some point during adolescence) I would have figured it out sooner.

Ironically, my classmates mostly seemed to think I was a lesbian because I was a feminist - and this despite having a long-term boyfriend. People used to ask me ridiculous questions like “Hey - are you a thespian?” And then when I got annoyed they would insist they were only asking me if I was part of the drama club.

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My favorite part of being a teenager… (isn’t that a little bit of a contradiction in terms?) The most fun I had was with my closest friend whose parents were completely out to lunch. We used to sneak out of her house at night by jumping out the (first-floor) window right next to their bedroom. We weren’t such rebels - a lot of nights involved writing with hair spray on the pavement and lighting it on fire, or going to IHOP at 3 am - but we thought we were pretty cool.

For a while her brother played bass for a band that played exclusively Cure covers. Between the two of us we dated everyone in the band - yes, that’s right, we were Cure cover band groupies. When the lead singer broke up with me, I holed up in my room and played “Pictures of You” over and over, clutching his photograph and crying. I still can’t listen to that song without cringing in embarassment.

As it turns out, he’s gay too - classic.

My favorite, favorite night during high school involved interpretive dance in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant with “Total Eclipse of The Heart” blasting on the stereo of my friend’s VW Rabbit. (Yes, we were sober. Who needs alcohol when you have Bonnie Tyler?)

How about you? Come on, I shared my ridiculous high school stories. ‘Fess up.

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