When I was seven I learned that two women could get married. I knew I found it more appealing than marrying a man. For whatever reason I didn't think that made me strange. I discovered what the word gay meant when I was ten. I had no idea why people were making a big deal out of it. I kind of wondered if I was gay, but I mostly dismissed it. Mostly because no one was making fun of me for being gay. I seriously started considering it when I was twelve. I mostly accepted it when I was fourteen. I tried to come out, but it threw me off when no one believed me. I still feel depressed and confused about my sexuality to this day.