I'm a guy. I like girls. There I said it. I haven't been able to ever before. I know that it's expected that I grow up, find a descent guy, settle down, and have a family. That's what my mothers want, that's what my friends think, and that's what the media implies. Everywhere on television guys with guys, girls with girls. I know that's what's normal! But I don't care, I'm not normal.
It wouldn't be so hard to be heterosexual if I had a girlfriend to help me along the way. Yeah I know, you're probably cringing at the moment. A guy and a girl. What a dysfunctional person, you are thinking. Is he human? Yes, I am. Just cause I'm a guy that likes girls doesn't mean I'm not human. The world can just get over it.
A couple of months ago I went to the beach. I saw the most beautiful girl there. My heart wrenched in my chest. We're talking drop-dead-gorgeous here, people. Please let her like guys, my hopeful heart pleaded. She was like the One or whatever you call it. I walked towards her. I tried to be nonchalant. I called out 'Hi' and she waved in return. Inside I was praying that she like guys. My mind told me not to hold my breath. I sauntered up to her as calmly as possible. I asked her for her name, which is Kathy, and she asked me for mine. You probably know the rest of this part of the story. We go out, we like each other-a lot! And then it was time for the parents to find out.
" Mom," I said, " Mama, I have someone I'd like you to meet".
" Of course pumpkin, who is it?" Mom replied. I opened the door to where Kathy was standing.
" Hello, I'm Kathy," said she. I glanced at my mothers. They didn't understand it, they didn't understand that their only son, me, was heterosexual.
After our date, after I had returned Kathy to her fathers, and after I was "safely" back home I again tried to talk to my parents. I sought out Mama, because I had heard that some distant cousin of hers was like me.
" So Mama, what did you think of Kathy?" I opened up with, trying to stay level.
" She's a very nice girl, why do you ask?" she asked, eyebrow cocked.
" Well I want to know what my mother thinks of my dates," I blurted out. That really wasn't how I wanted to tell her. At first she didn't get it, but then it settled in. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she said, "Oh. Well, if that's the way you feel." She was trying to be okay with it. But I knew she wasn't. I looked up at her, trying to look into her eyes, " Why is it so wrong for a guy to like a girl, Mama?"
" It's not wrong, Michael, it's just not natural. I know, though, honey, that it isn't going to go away. Is it only girls, or is it boys as well?" her eyes were pleading. I knew the answer she wanted.
" I think its just girls, but I don't know for sure," I lied, I knew it would never be guys as well.
" Thank you for telling me, I need to go lay down now," she left. I felt like crying. she was being unfair to me.
I didn't tell Mom, and I don't think Mama did either, But I think she knew. I should have gone to her first. She was supportive of me and told me that she loved me and I was her son, no matter what. I continued to date Kathy. We fell in love quick and hard. Our friends still didn't know about us, neither did her fathers.
The last night I spoke to Kathy was the night she told her fathers about us. She was sobbing when she told me she couldn't see me anymore. I told her I loved her and she said she had to go. The last time I ever saw her she was clinging onto some girl's arm.