Personal Narrative: My Sexuality

Currently, I am in the process of not only becoming comfortable in my identity, a black queer woman, but, also attempting to find solace in my identity as well. Something that all women, especially black queer women, should achieve in their lifetime. It is that dream that inspires me to travel to experience other cultures and to unite with women from various cultures across the black diaspora. Throughout many cultures, women’s identities are defined by their male counterparts and the labor they provide to them. Therefore, a major goal of mine is to create a space where women are able to exist outside the scope of their relationships with men and live uninhibitedly to become their best selves. That is why I find it pertinent to travel not only

For the next two years I struggled with the concept that I might actually be gay. By junior I was certain that I was in fact all the things that I was called in middle school, but because of the negative memories I decided it was a secret that I was better of keeping to myself. That was until the spring semester of my senior year in high school when I decided that I was going to live my life the way I wanted to. I would no longer allow people to scare me into being anything other then what I wanted to be I would live my life openly and honestly. On the evening of February 16, 2014 I came out as Gay on literally every social media platform I owned. The following morning, to my surprise, my classmates for the most part greeted me with open arms. As I walked from class to class I received a staggering amount of compliments and support. I was quite frankly overwhelmed when I did get a negative comment and a dozen people rushed to my

As a nine-year-old girl I knew I was not “normal”. I didn’t like boys the way my friends did and I would always push my thoughts about girls away because it was “wrong”. At fourteen I started to come to terms with who I was. The thought of being a lesbian in high school petrified me. I thought I would never be able to openly be myself, I would lose friends and everyone would see me differently. The thought of finding love never crossed my mind because I never knew how I would tell a complete stranger that I was a lesbian. My family was extremely supportive after the initial

Upon arrival, I was immediately surrounded by many diverse and intelligent individuals. Everyone was accepting toward people of different backgrounds, but I, on the other hand, was not so accepting toward myself and had a difficult time with becoming comfortable with my sexuality. Because I was not comfortable with myself, I found it difficult to be comfortable around people who were the same way as me. Fellow students and staff

Living in a small, conservative town in rural Illinois, I knew there would be many people opposed to my decision to simply exist as I would. However, I knew I couldn’t internalize this. My sexuality was like some sort of horror

“Coming out” is a means of identifying one’s sexual orientation as gay, lesbian, or bisexual. At its most basic, “coming out of the closet,” means being honest with those around you—friends, family, colleagues, and so forth—about your sexual orientation, about whom you are. It also means acknowledging one’s sexual orientation to self. Such disclosure is an ongoing, lifelong process rather than a one-time event. New personal, social, and professional situations require gay men and lesbians to make decisions about the degree to which they can be open about their sexual orientation (Morrow, 1996).

Picture an African American High School student who is struggling with their sexuality identity. He is experiencing anxieties from high-achieving parents, which both attended Historically Black Colleges and Universities. His father was the star player on the football team and served in the military. His mother is a partner in a prestigious law firm. In addition, his older brother won the Heisman trophy, and his sister just landed a job working at the Whitehouse. Needless to say his parents, has high expectations for their children. He is currently a B average student, and is working hard to bring his grades up. Also, the transition from middle school to high school has added additional stress to this student’s life. We can conclude this

Not advocating one over the other as an open-minded individual, I remained indifferent towards the sentiment of sexual orientation as time has proceeded to evolve the social stigmatization enveloping one's sexual preference. As a young child, often overseen by a late family friend who I did not recognize was gay until after his departure, I did not conceptualize a severance between one's favored gender as a sexual partner and their own sexual identity. Never being one to distinguish one by labels or preconceived perceptions, I distanced myself from societal norms that most of the population seems to abide. By validating my impersonal attitudes concerning one's sexual orientation, I sustained my conscious

I have never experienced what the people in the LGBTQ community have gone through because I have never struggled with my identity, but I have struggled with my personality. Growing up with ADD (attention deficit disorder) and had a tough time making friends since I was “loud” and “annoying”. The struggle with filtering what I said and talking at an appropriate time, made it hard to make friends. As a freshman in college, I still struggle with the disorder when I get excited, but in calmer situations, I am able to tell myself to stay quiet. As I grew up, I realized how many other people struggled with the same thing I did, and I don’t feel like I’m the only one who’s struggling with themselves anymore.

This is for all of my homegirls that have decided to explore outside of what they’re accustomed to. The girls that, despite understanding the fluidity of sexuality, are still freaked out by how this one guy seems to have caught your attention beyond a “friend” level.

My professor just did not look happy in charms class today . Why we don't know. Wanting to cheer him up, some of us snuck into his office while he was at lunch and put a nice, fresh pineapple on his desk. We then hid behind the draperies. When the professor returned he sat down at his desk, sighed and stared at the pineapple. " What is this?" he muttered. " The latest student trick? It probably will explode if I touch it, or if I try to eat it I will turn into a toad". At this I cast the Locomotion Charm with the word "locomotor" and a tap-dancing modifier.As I did so I focused on moving the pineapple rythmically as if it was tap, dancing. Continuing to concentrate I sent the big fruit dancing across desk. The chuckle we heard and the smile

The first time I heard the word “lesbian” was when I was in fifth grade. A girl in fourth grade told us in a disgusted voice that lesbians were girls who like girls and that it wasn't natural. At the time i was only nine years old and didn’t know anything, but I did know that it hurt.

When we were in our mid-fifties, my wife, Kathy and I were always looking for ways to spice up our sex life. One night we were watching a late night TV show called “Real Sex” and they had a segment featuring a remote controlled vibrator that piqued my wife’s interest.

Sexuality has been an important part of me for as long as I can remember.  Recently in a class, we were asked to think about the one thing that no one could take away from you, no matter who whey were or what you were offered.  This had to be the one thing that defined your identity

Das’ poetry is “self centered and unabashedly sexual although the sexuality seems more fascinating to the poet because it is hers than because it is sexual.” Kumar remarks: