There was this girl named Claire after St. Claire, I'm not quite sure of the life of St. Claire, nor most of the saints. In as much I was born Catholic. She was named Claire cause after two older male siblings Clair, Claire's parents wanted to have a baby girl a baby her mom could play dress up with, shop for ladies shoes, share clothes, and talk girly stuff with. So of her mom went to the monastery of St, Claire and offered eggs did the novena to ask be blessed with a baby girl. After a few months, Claire was born. Claire's parents including her eldest brother were ecstatic, the middle was just a year old and was unaware of the 'miracle' the would be part of his life.
Growing up the parents and grandma showed Claire of like a prized trophy made her study in an elite exclusive for girls school which she did fairly well teachers said she was smart bought her dolls, cooking set, the stuff girls usually like. Claire's mom was so happy her mom even talked about love and boys with her as she was nearing high school, They were quite confident she wouldn't fall for the wrong boy, after all, she was in all school girl was obedient a home body even helped out with their business plus both her brothers were to watch over her just in case a boy ill 'hover' her, Was even allowed to a dance at grade 7 with both brothers as escorts.
By second year high though they noticed in as much at Claire has male friends she seems to affiliate more with female friends, especially to one particular female. Then one day bam! It hit them Claire is gay.
Claire by this time you would have guessed is me. My parents confronted me and I like most lesbian girls denied this to my parents. The reason, I felt their disappointment. I tried to be straight even had pretended to have crushes on boys joined girly conversations. But you are who you are and it's a struggle if you pretend to be someone you are not.
For now, this will be my first post and later the struggles that gave me a good, bad and drunk side.
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