There was a point when I was in 7th grade where a boy called me a lesbian. And to be perfectly honest, I was definitely probably staring at girls in my classes. I know I definitely did this because I would think about what it would be like to hold their hands and kiss them and I probably stared a lot. I don’t know what compelled him to call me a lesbian exactly, but he did. At the time I didn’t know what that meant. I could just tell from his tone that it was said in a derogatory way. And so when I found out what the word lesbian means, I… my first reaction was, well, why is that a bad thing? That’s… me.