Personal Narrative Essay: Homosexuality And The American Dream

Being a lesbian is the best thing that has ever, well, happened to me, I guess you would say. I love who I am and the person I have become. Even though the American dream does not agree with my idea of love and who I find attractive, I will stand alone if I have to. But fortunately I don’t have to stand alone. I, unlike many lesbian, gay, trans, and bisexual individuals, have the support of my family and friends, and while yes, I have had a hard time coming out, I know that my story is not as deep as the one of, say, the young eighth grader that was shot and killed because he was a little, well, what’s the word they all use?, different. No, my story is nothing like that. However I have been left out because of my irreconcilable differences. About a year and a half ago, I finally came out to my family. My friends had long before known and were all in support of me and
Not only did they choose not to stand behind me, but they decided that it would be best for the church if I no longer attended. So they kicked me out of the church. But before they kicked me out they gave me a big lecture on how they thought that I “grew out of that phase” and that God would punish me for choosing this lifestyle, that God was very disappointed in me. You see, a year and a half ago, that girl that I was going out with that my sister saw me kiss, well, we decided that she should come to our church because our church was, get this, a very understanding church and they really cared for the people that attended. My youth pastor must have figured out then that I was a lesbian and must have thought that, because we broke up, it was just a phase. But it really upset me that they kicked me out of the church because of something like this. I don’t understand how a pastor could kick someone out of church. It seems to me that if they thought that this was so wrong that they would want me to continue to go to that church so that maybe it would influence me to “change my