I stared at the cover-art for the Pussycat Dolls album PCD for five minutes straight because I just really liked their “outfits.”
I cut my nails really short.
I jokingly sexted my best friend and when she asked me about it the next day, I laughed it off and said, “Wasn’t that so funny?”
I wore Converse shoes.
After watching the movie Cruel Intentions, I found the clip of Selma Blair and Sarah Michelle Gellar kissing on YouTube and watched it on repeat.
I helped my father install crown-molding in our dining room.
I saved photos of famous actresses on my iPod Touch–just so I could look at them later.
Growing up, I used to play “house” with a girl from my day-care and we’d always pretend to be married and put our hands on our mouths before kissing.
I once asked, “Is it gay to wanna kiss girls?”
I got jealous when my best friend got a boyfriend but I still encouraged her to tell me all the gory details of their relationship.
I got really excited when the only openly bisexual girl in my middle school wanted to be my friend.
When a friend in high school said, “I don’t understand what’s so hot about two women kissing” I went on a five minute rant trying to explain it to her and ended it by saying, “but… it’s not for me, though.”
I got a crush on every single boy who was even remotely nice to me and when they liked me back, I stopped talking to them altogether.
I joked that I could write a “steamy, romance novel” and then somehow ended up sexting ANOTHER girl friend of mine under the guise of literary research.
I cried when a boy asked me out on a date.
When my mom asked if I wanted to grow up and marry someone like my father, I said “What? LOL I’m a lesbian.”
I loved the song All The Things She Said and listened to it on a loop.
Whenever I watched straight couples kiss in movies, I only stared at the women.
I masturbated to lesbian porn.