Before I was certain without a doubt that I was of the homosexual variety, I did happen to go on two dates with the opposite sex that I can remember. And both of those dates occurred when I was in undergrad. For those that are familiar with my other Intimate Convos posts, then you know I was pretty much a late bloomer when it comes to my personal life. First date, first kiss, first time in the hay, all happened when I was 21. So yeah, a late bloomer. But anyway, I decided to share my limited experience dating women.
I haven’t really talked a lot about my experiences coming out, so I thought I’d start sharing. When I finally came to accept myself for who I truly am after years of denial, depression, and self-hate, I decided that I would slowly start to tell some of those closest to me of my truth. I figured if I’m going to live my adult life the way I want to, I can’t do that by being unauthentic to those I call besties and family. One of the first ones up on my coming out tour was my college bff.