LGBTQ

Gay Awakening: Everybody Deserves a First-Time Story

Life should never be half-lived

Stefanie Morejon
Prism & Pen
Published in
4 min readAug 12, 2024

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A statue of Marilyn Monroe, in her iconic dress
Photo by MARIOLA GROBELSKA on Unsplash

The first girl I kissed had a mole on her cheek like Marilyn Monroe, and she was smoking a cigarette out the window of her dorm room in France the night my world was rocked for the first time.

I glanced at it while she was talking, because I found the way the smoke curled around it beautiful. She thought I was looking at her mouth. (Yes, also.)

When she smiled, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was captivated, and she knew it.

Her next move was to slide toward the corner of the windowsill I was sitting on, too close and too determined to be mistaken for anything other than what it was.

She kissed me so abruptly, I almost fell out of the window.

Within the space of the seconds that first, tentative kiss lasted, I knew three things:

  1. I was definitely gay.
  2. I wanted her to do it again.
  3. Her roommate had just put her key in the door.

Right time, right place

We were teenagers, two weeks into a month-long stay at an international summer program focused on language. We had become friends quickly in our…

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Stefanie Morejon
Stefanie Morejon

Written by Stefanie Morejon

Writer. Designer. Linguist. Teacher. Serial Hobbyist. Editor for Intersectionality & Long. Sweet. Valuable. Join me in the rabbit hole at https://smorejon.com

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