It seems like with each passing year, we as LGBT folks are more tolerated under society’s microscope. But the looming questions such as, “what made gays the way they are or what happened to us to change our minds in the first place” are still persisting, and an alarming amount of people continue to believe that we can be converted or changed back because of them.
I said that I wasn't going to do this, but what the hell, I've got nothing left to lose, right? We met for the first time at the Hippo. It was a week after my 21st birthday. I was shy and a little tipsy (and I was with my ex-best friend, how ironic). Anyway, the female (pooh) asked me for my number and I told her to ask my "sister" for it; I said that I was shy. Before the night was over (pooh) had my number, and if you ask me who gave it to her, I still don't know. She didn't call.