Unexpected Struggle of a Young, Out Lesbian
My name is Morgan. I’m a sophomore in high school, a cat fanatic, a lover of the oxford comma, and a lesbian. While there are many more terms that could be used to describe me, that last one in the list is often the part that seems to stick out. Lesbian. I've been out for a little over six months now, and it’s been absolutely incredible. However, my newfound gay identity hasn’t been exactly what I expected it to be. Queer seems to be my brand now, my aura, my label.
I can’t even begin to recount the number of times my gayness has seemed to surpass the many other qualities my personality contains. As people introduce me to others, phrases like these often find their way into our conversation: “You’d be perfect for each other! You both like girls!” “This is Morgan! She’s my gay friend.” “Don’t worry, she likes girls too!”
Friends, have a few words for you. I am not just gay. I may be a flaming homosexual, but I am so much more than just that. I am an artist, a reader, a writer. A babysitter, a baker, an aspiring teacher, and so much more. I am whatever I want to be. I will not be limited by being gay. I will not be stopped by my label. I will be freed by it.