First gay experience story

On November 9, By Redheaded Mo. In Gay Life. I was 17 and a senior in high school. I had been texting an old friend back and forth for a couple months. The conversation was usually nothing out of the ordinary and then would unexpectedly take a sexual turn. I honestly didn’t trust him very much. You see, I use the word “friend” lightly.

The sight of my first, garishly done in frightening makeup with giant fake tits freaked me out and made me feel that turning into a drag queen was the logical result of gay activities, and that if I kept on being gay, I would become a drag queen.

Growing up gay is such an insular, isolating experience that it is easy to imagine you are alone and different in a bad way. This was the first time I realized I am not alone and I am different in a particularly good way.

The two of us were part of a group of friends that include several lesbians and several gay men (heavily artsy/indie group). We were discussing two of our friends who just started dating when she blurted out, "Have you ever kissed another girl?".