I went to see Macklemore last night and had this kind of spiritual gratitude experience. I never thought it would happen in my lifetime, but I stood in an arena bursting at the seams with people singing along to a song about about gay rights and acceptance.
This song made the cry the first time I heard it. Actually I cried the first 6 or 7 times I heard it. I remember being a 16 year old girl, in my Cleveland, Ohio high school and wondering what the hell it meant that I loved my best friend Kristen. We’d had a threesome with a guy we both knew, and to her it was a fun sexual experiment, and to me it was finally acknowledging what I’d known since I first kissed Melissa at age 12. Melissa and I told ourselves we were “practicing for when we had boyfriends”. I’m not totally sure what we thought our boyfriends would be like that we had to practice eating pussy. 😉
I liked girls. I liked them in a way that other girls didn’t like girls.