Coming Out "I'm gay," I told my dad one day on our way to church. It took me 6 years to tell him that I like girls. When I told him he just said "I still love you honey." I didn't really know what to say. I knew I was gay when I was 10, I met this girl and she was my bestfriend we were super close, she wanted to try some stuff out but she was straight and she didn't like me that way at least I don't think. After that night I knew I liked her.. I liked her more than a friend. She moved 2 months after. I was really sad.. I had no bestfriend anymore. No one to go to. We'll the years went by and I dated a lot of guys. No girls because nobody knew yet. When I turned 14 I told people I was bi. When I was 15 I came out as a lesbian and yet guys still tried to get with me. I told them no of course. Everyone knew but my parents and finally in January I had the courage to tell my dad and mom. My parents are complicated they don't live together. I'll write about that one day. But after I left my dads I went back to my moms house. My brother and mom and I were sitting at the dinner table. I look at my mom and I say "Mom, I like girls." My mom looks at me and says "no.. No you don't." I tried to explain to her that I do and I shower her a picture of me and my girlfriend at that time that I actually did truly like girls. But she didn't believe me. It's been about 6 months since I told her and she still doesn't believe me. She brings it up almost everyday and telling me I'm going through a faze but I just leave every time she brings it up because I'm not going to argue with her. My mother says she accepts me, but yet she doesn't believe me.. See in my opinion that's not accepting that's judging ,me. I have a girlfriend now and I've been with her for almost three months, and everybody knows about her. My mom just says that it's nothing because I've only seen her two times. I love my girlfriend I truly do. But my mom is just ridiculous and just can't accept the fact that I like girls. Well that's my coming out story

My Russian Adoption #life hasn't always been easy for me. When I was born I had no idea what what going on. When I was five I started to know what my parents were like. My mom was a drunk and a smoker just like my Dad. My mom slept around with a lot of guys. I didn't know what was happening but I knew it wasn't good. I lived in a home with plastic bags for windows and barely any food. I loved my parents I really did but they had no idea how to be a parent. When I was six years old I was walking down a road when a white van pulled up and took me. My parents just stood there watching the people take me away. I was screaming and crying I had absolutely no idea where I was going or why. When we reached the destination it was an orphanage. I knew why I was there. My parents didn't know how to take care of a child and they weren't fit enough to be parents. While I was in the orphanage I got beat by a belt almost every night because I wouldn't eat my food or couldn't fall asleep at the right time. I didn't really understand why someone would hurt a six year old for not eating. While I was in there my parents called once every four months or so. My Grandma and big brother came to visit me. My brother lived with my Grandma because she was sick and she needed someone to take care of her. When I turned eight a lot of Americans came to adopt children from the orphanage. I was lucky enough to get picked by a great family. I thought I would never get adopted but I did. I was very lucky. My family makes me happy. I always think what if I'm not good enough for this family.. What if they leave me like my biological family left me.. What if they don't accept me? This runs through my head almost every night. I think about my real family everyday. They will always mean a lot to me. One day I plan to go see them when I'm older. And when I see them I will tell them about my great childhood from when I was eight till that day. I am fifteen now and I love my family. I've been doing well and I have great friends and a girlfriend and I play sports and I love to write. I would love to become a writer one day. So that's my story. My adopted story.