Being lesbian in the late 1990’s wasn’t easy.

By chance, you found someone like you. Kate laswell. A beautiful girl with straight A’s, and a huge interest in math. You used it as an advantage to talk to her, asking for help with your homework or class work. She gladly helped you. Unlike her, you were either failing or barely passing.

At home, you denied all the accusations thrown your way from your parents about being lesbian. It’s like they were terrified you were going to grow into that lifestyle. They always asked about boys or if you had a boyfriend yet. You played into it, not wanting to give them any reason to make them think you liked girls.

One day, Kate mustered up the courage and confidence to ask to hang out with you after school. The soft, nerdy girl who would someday grow up into the damn best CIA agent out there. You both walked to her house. Her room was like a whole different dimension. Posters of bands, vinyl records on the wall, among other things scattered around.

“So..the homework, right? You needed help with it?” Kate asked after a few seconds of silence, letting you get used to the sight of her heavily decorated room.