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a week later she kissed me and i kissed her back. a week later i let my pinky lace with hers and she didn’t move away.
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my skin was on fire sitting so close to her, a bed of nerves and honey and her hand was resting on the space between us, so i put mine next to hers and she didn’t move away and our skin was touching. every morning after that she would sit next to me and we would switch off showing each other music. one day she came and sat next to me and without saying a word she handed me half of her headphones and we listened to music together the whole half hour ride to school. her name was caitlin and we rode the bus together every morning. but when i was fourteen i fell in love with a girl. i was drawn to “damaged” boys, aggressive boys, manipulative boys, boys that said their home lives made them cruel and selfish and i poured myself empty for them. abuse meant that i had to work harder love harder to receive love and kindness back.
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i remember adults telling me, if a boy is mean to you that means he likes you, we all remember that one, and i remember looking at how the men / family in my life treated me, my emotionally distant father, who meant well but i don’t think told me he loved me once, my abusive older brother who had sexually abused me when i was a toddler, who had grown up to verbally and physically harass me at every turn, who would later shove me into a wall and crack two of my ribs, even my mother, who is a story all her own, how she would berate me and emotionally manipulate me, choke me, and call it love, to me, abuse was love. excited, heart blooming, curious, mesmerized, afraid afraid afraid. the first film i saw was high art, then the incredible true adventures of two girls in love, then but i’m a cheerleader. i was afraid, i knew i would be in trouble if anyone heard me and i kept the remote in my hands with my index finger on the switch channel button just in case anyone woke up. after everyone had gone to sleep, with the volume turned all the way down, i watched films about lesbians. i kissed as many boys as i could to try harder to like them, but one year when i was thirteen, we were doing pretty well and we had cable tv, and i found the independent film channel. when i got to middle school, i started liking boys because my friends did, the first time i was kissed it was at my friend amanda’s house in the summertime, this kid ryan who later got expelled for bringing a knife to school put his tongue in my mouth and it felt like nothing. my aunt sally is a lesbian, pat is her longtime partner. my mom told my dad that my aunt sally was a “freak” and a “nutcase” who used to “stalk” women. when we talked on the phone she asked me what i dreamt about and what i loved most. i loved my aunt sally, she lived in california with her friend pat and they walked dogs together and she called me every week and always sent me a big birthday present. when i was ten, i overheard my mom talking to my dad about my aunt sally. his best friend alex told me that lesbian meant i was disgusting. i didn’t know what that word meant, but i knew he meant it as an insult. when i was seven michael cassidy called me a lesbian.
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i didn’t know what it meant to want to look at her. she had long brown hair with the sides shaved and she played basketball. when i was in elementary school we used to wait for the buses in the gymnasium in lines and i remember i was six and i had seen the most beautiful person i had ever seen. I grew up in the late 90s, early 2000s, i grew up somewhere that considered itself “liberal.” but there weren’t any lesbians.