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When I was 12 and in the sixth grade I didn't exactly know what gay was, or what being gay meant because I was still innocent in that department, though I was the most dirty minded girl ever.

I had a friend named Abby, who actually was into girls, and suddenly at the end of May I grew this attraction to her that I never felt for any other girl. I wanted to kiss her, hold her hand, and do other things. I didn't even think it was wrong, nobody made it seem wrong.

We dated for a while, and it was then that I realized that I liked girls- a lot- and took notice that am gay. I knew what this community was, so I invested into learning more about it and grew to know I was bisexual.

I never grew the strength to tell my mom though, as I knew it was difficult.

When I was in seventh grade, still twelve, I dated a lesbian named autumn. She gave me my first kiss, and I was amazed by it to be honest. I was in a daze and I didn't know how to express it, but it felt heavenly. I knew then my like for girls grew stronger.

But now, I'm 13, and I've been around and seen many gay couples to the point where I've dug deeper into this giant family. I grew to wish that I was boy, only to realize that I most likely am I if I want myself to be. I'm gender fluid, which is why I want people calling me Elliot. My real name starts with a Z, though I always want to be that feminine boy. I do look cute in skirts.

I've come out to my mom and she accepts it in flying colors, which I'm so proud and happy to hear. She threw the weight off my chest.

xx that's my gay story (((=