"My name is Jeffrey, and I'm a homosexual,"
I don't know how it's come to this. Sure, I've never been an exceptionally "girly" girl, but it isn't like I love spending time watching sports, and my hair has never been cut for the army or anything... That's what most people think of when they picture a lesbian, isn't it?
"Hi, I'm Dana, and I'm...bisexual," (I wonder why she hesitated?)
My chair squeaks with my weight as I fidget, fingers curling around the plastic edges. I shouldn't be here. There's nothing wrong with me. Who on earth conned me into this, anyways? Even if I am a lesbian, it isn't like I'm insecure about it...right? This group is for people - teenagers, like me - who don't know how to handle being gay. I can totally handle this.
"Hey guys...I'm, um, A-Ashley...nice to meet you all," (This one's really nervous. Guess I don't blame her.) "I'm...I'm bicurious."
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