How I Knew I Was a Lesbian at 4 Years Old


As my teacher explained God’s plan,

I remember these specific thoughts:

“That’s not me, I’m not in Heaven,

Why aren’t two married girls there?”

Prior to my initial homophobic trauma at 4 years old,

I had to have known I was exclusively attracted to girls,

Otherwise it would not have been severely traumatic.

So I must have known prior to it,

Even right before that moment,

But what was the actual feeling?

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Theirs & Hers

[Alternative Title: I wish there was a plural male pronoun.]


Their lips were different than hers.


All lips had the same eagerness and desire,

Except mine when they didn’t meet hers.


Her lips were different than theirs.


She met me where I was,

Not devouring past the moment.


After her lips,

Their lips were distant memories.


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