I always knew there was something different about me. I can remember as far back as age 5, realizing that I didn't think like the other little girls I played with. I didn't look at things they way they did, have dreams like they had or thought of my future like they did. I certainly didn't believe that there was anything "wrong", just different. As I grew into childhood, I began to feel like I didn't fit in or belong anywhere…..a feeling almost all pre-teens go through.

By my late teens, I had pretty much figured it out. I knew I was going straight to hell and I knew that I couldn't change so I left the church that had been so ingrained in me. It took years of spiritual recovery before I came out to myself: the first step.

The second step was my family. My father took the news horribly hard. He still has a difficult time with it but he tries. My Mother was very accepting. My sister is okay with it and my brother-in-law just tolerates me. They have been very kind towards my lovers throughout the years.

The third step was my God. The Divine Spirit created me. The Divine Spirit knew me before I was born. The Divine Spirit has blessed me with courage and fortitude and strength to live a life that I was meant to live. I question Her motives, at times. Life might have been easier had I been straight-but it might not have.

All in all, I wouldn't trade places with anyone. I have trust that the powers greater than me know what they are doing…. I was meant to be different.