Lez Keep It Real

This week’s Come Out & Play post spotlights Chi from Arizona. Chi told me her story through OurChart, a lesbian social-networking site spun from the L Word.

This is Chi’s story:

I am probably a classic case … busted by a love letter. I was 15 years old staying the weekend at my Grandma’s so since I couldn’t see my girl and was going crazy I figured I’d write a scrumptious love note telling her how I was going out of my mind not being able to see her. So I sat down and wrote this love letter filled with all these detailed feelings and actions a hormonal 15-year-old would write (definitely something you would not want your parents to see), tossed in a nice poem, folded it up and set it in my dresser drawer and went about my day.

Well the next morning I wake up and at breakfast my Grandma asks me if there is something I want to tell her … why does family ask that, it is such an open-ended question you don’t even know how to respond and then they get upset when you question them about what they’re talking about … sorry on to the story. So of course when she asked if there was something I wanted to tell her I started running through my mind of all the things I had recently done that she might of found out about, not once thinking about the letter. So I asked her what she was talking about and then … bum bum bum she tossed the letter on the table and asked who I had wrote this letter to.

See I wasn’t out so I didn’t use a name in the letter but there were definitely some female references in there, so I told her is was to a girl named Racquel,it was a small town so my Grandma knew her and her family. She calmly got up went to the phone and called her parents and told them they needed to come over and to bring their daughter, then called my Mom and Dad and told them the same.

My Grandma has this big oak table that seats about 12 people and so everyone arrived one by one starring at each other wondering what is going on. My Grandma looks at me and says, “Chi is there something you want to tell everyone?” of course I knew what she was talking about this time, so after a long hesitation I look at my girls parents and say, “So ummm … how do I put this, me and Racquel have been hanging out and we’re into each other” there was complete silence, then there was what sounded like a sonic boom and everyone was talking at once. Me and Racquel were just looking at each other with that Oh Sh*t now what look as this went on for about an hour.

My Grandma turned to us and said Chi take Racquel to your room and say your good-byes because this is over. We went to my room and of course we didn’t say good-bye we were teenagers and rebellious so we giggled a little, kissed and said we would see each other on Monday. Our families, mine particularly tried to keep us apart, I swear I was grounded forever, eventually Racquel and I moved on and my family came to terms and now I am greatful my Grandma found that love letter because although I was forced out I couldn’t imagine being closeted.

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