Bad-Ass Beauty!

I just want to take a few moments to point out the very obvious; Adele is completely bad-ass!

On top of being a totally killer singer, she has a personality as big as her voice. She's absolutely become my hero! So Adele, keep doing what you're doing. Everything about you is totally beautiful!

Forbidden Secrets: Closer to the Present

I used to hate it, the secrecy, the lying and sneaking around. It all seemed so redundant; after all, I  went through all the typical intolerant bull-shit when I came out just so that I wouldn't have to live in secrecy anymore and then I go and fall for a girl who's in the closet. If ever there were a time for slow, sarcastic applause, it would be now. 

 

But, no matter how hard I tried, I could not help but want her. At first, I mostly put up with the sneaking around for two reasons: 1. she's not only super hot, but we have so much fun together - when I'm with her, I always have a smile on my face; 2. even I have to admit, sneaking around can be really exciting. After a while, keeping things a secret just felt like the right thing to do. See, high school and gay relationships don't mix; they're like oil and water. Teenagers are already freaked out by the things they do understand; when you throw something like that into the mix, it's like dropping a wrench into a blender (ie. very messy). You end up sadly misspending your passion defending your relationship instead of actually being in it and eventually, things get way too tense, you break up and the haters win: yet again. 

I started to cherish it, like I should have all along. We had our own little world and there were no people meddling and trying to get involved; exactly the way relationships should be.

Sneaking Out

tap, tap, tap

     Through the semi-sheer curtains, I see her get up from her bed and cross to the window; outside of which I am precariously perched on the branch of a tree. Huge glistening tears fill her joyous blue eyes when she sees me smiling back at her, she throws open the window with a stunned smile spread across her elegant lips.

    "What are you doing? You're going to break your neck!"

    "Grab a jacket, I'm sneaking you out for the night."

    "Okay! But get in here before you die!" She grabs me by the arm and pulls me through the open window. As she turns to go to her closet, I grab her by the hand and pull her into me; breathing in the sweet scent of her damp golden hair. She looks into my eyes, her face just centimetres from mine and I can feel her warm breath on my lips:

    "I missed you so much." she whispers; her face is so close that I can feel the words form on her lips as they brush against my own. Finally, she gives into temptation and kisses me. It is warm, soft and the electricity swirls from my lips and throughout the rest of my body. Once again, she smiles and looks into my eyes before turning back to her closet. After slipping into her favourite pair of jeans and brown leather jacket she crosses and locks her bedroom door. I look at her with a raised eyebrow.

    "Morgan, the last thing I need is for my parents to come in and see that I'm not here. It would be pretty hard to explain."

    "Smart and beautiful. Guess this makes me the luckiest girl in the world." She blushes slightly and gives me another hug before I lead her out the window, down the tree and out into the safety of the cool summer air. We walk the few blocks to my car with our fingers entwined and I notice how breathtakingly beautiful she is in the orange glow of the street lamps.

    Hours later as we lay in my in my bed, my arms wrapped around her delicate body, I kiss her on the forehead. She opens her eyes and looks drowsily up at me:

    "I love you, so much." She whispers, and I smile and hug her closer to me.

    "I love you too."

Forbidden Secrets: Somewhere in the Middle

Somewhere in the Middle:

I don't know what it is about secrets (especially huge ones) that bring girls closer together but within a matter of weeks, Ally and I had become inseparable. I wasn't the only person to notice how quickly this happened, a lot of people thought it was kind of weird. Ally was part of a totally different clique than me; she was a gymnast and hung out with the other gymnasts. I, on the other hand, was more artsy; painting, theatre, guitar...etc; so naturally, our two cliques rarely associated. Well, we couldn't exactly tell people that we had bonded over the fact that Ally was secretly gay, so we settled for the alternative: since my family went to Ally's Dad's church, we just told people that's how we bonded. It must have been a good enough answer because people eventually got used to it.

I already had a crush on her before we became friends; so, naturally, my feelings intensified the more time I spent with her. Being the only out gay girl at my school, I wasn't exactly experienced with flirting and I was even worse at recognizing when someone was flirting with me. After three months of failed attempts at cluing me into how she felt, Ally got so frustrated with my obliviousness that she finally gave up being subtle and told me flat out that she wanted to be my girlfriend. And so began the sneaking around...

Even though I'm gay, don't get the wrong idea of me, I look the part of your perfectly stereotypical Church-girl. Long light brown hair, dresses, cardigans, sweet little heart shaped face with hazel eyes, if you didn't know, you wouldn't suspect anything. That's probably why Ally's parents accepted me as their favourite of all her friends. They invited me for dinner every other night and were always more than happy to let Ally eat at my house. They didn't suspect that all those times Ally tugged me from the room by my arm, we were sneaking in a kiss or two filled with the extra passion reserved specifically for those moments when you're doing something you know you're not supposed to.

Forbidden Secrets: The Beginning

I'm the secret girlfriend of the pastor's daughter. It gets funnier every time I say it; well, not really funny, ha-ha but funny, ironic.

The Beginning:

When I walked into the bathroom during my third period math-class, I had expected it to be a perfectly average experience where I would empty my tilted walnut of a bladder, wash my hands and scurry off back to class. I never expected that going for a pee would so drastically alter my life. The bathroom wasn't empty; there was a girl crying at the sink, she was tall, delicate and beautiful with long, luscious waves of golden hair that cascaded down her back. Her name was Ally*, we had one of those in-class-friendships but we had never hung out outside of class or anything so it was quite shocking to me when she came over, wrapped her arms around me and continued to sob into my shoulder. Stupidly, I asked her if she was okay; but, the next thing I knew, she had choked out her entire story between sobs and sniffles. At first I didn't really get what she was talking about, she was saying things like "we're more alike than you think" and "I'm so scared of my parents and what people will say". My brain had barely understood what she was saying when she took on a steely expression and asked me if I could keep a secret. I already knew what she was going to say but I figured that saying it out loud might help her feel better. She took a deep breath and uttered the eight words that would forever bond us together: "I like girls, but nobody can ever know."



*Her name is not really Ally, but I obviously can't use her real name or she'd kill me.