It all started in Rehab. I was a very confused young lady, about everything, about life. I started going to a few meetings, and as I was going to these meetings and getting clean I was coming to terms with who I was and who I am and who I wanted to be.

So, there was this girl that was very quiet and very...mysterious. She was somebody I wanted to get to know. At this point, I thought I was completely straight and never thought about women. I started hanging out with her and we had so much in common. She was straight as well, or so she thought. We would listen to music and she would teach me all of the "rave" dance moves. We were 15 and it was awesome. We were getting sober together.

We talked about sexuality. I told her I thought about being with women. I thought they were beautiful and she agreed and we both agreed we had thoughts and tendencies. I remember this one night we were at an open meeting, a family meeting so everyone was there. We saunteered off to the courtyard (we were so cool) and I don't quite remember what we were talking about, but I do remember that her back was to the shed and I was just looking at her and she was looking at me, all of a sudden I had this overwhelming feeling that I wanted to kiss her sooooooooooooooooo bad. Then she ran up to me and gave me the biggest fucking kiss of my life!

It was just that from there. She had a boyfriend at the time, she left him (thank God). We decided to be together. That lasted a good 4 days...but all in all I finally came to terms with the fact that I was gay.

There was a part of me that was missing and I wasn't sure what and then as soon as I found out, I was ecstatic. I felt free and that all doors were open.

I wanted to come out to my parents but that was scary. I was nervous because I didn't know how they'd feel about it. I didn't know if they'd disown me-all of these fucking thoughts were flying through my head. So I discussed some things with my drug counselor who happened to be bisexual, which was awesome. She just told me to take the plunge.

I started with my dad because he seemed to be more forgiving. I remember it being in the car where we always used to have weird conversations, like our first sex talk. I remember being like, "Dad, I have something to tell you," and he just gave me a look. I told him "I don't know how you're going to take it," (looking back on it he probably thought I was pregnant), I said, "Dad I know I like women." He said, "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" and basically the whole conversation came down to "I love you and accept you no matter what!"

My mom was another story however. My mom just rolled her eyes and told me it was a phase but you know what mom?! It's still a phase six years later haha and to this day she still thinks it's a phase and I'll marry a man and have little babies.

By the time I turned 18 I worked at Tracks nightclub and that's when all the lesbians exploded in my life. I can't even imagine where I'd be without this community because all the women are beautiful and crazy and fun and dramatic. I feel like throughout all the friendships I've had over the years I've had the strongest connections with my lesbians friends.

I've dated men, and dated one guy since I came out and it was not for me. I would like to say that I'm pansexual and that I love all, but at the end of the day I'm attracted to women and it is what it is and it's awesome!

Jordan