Scarleteen

Hello AGA; I am back from an 8-day trip to Washington and finally have a moment to sit down, breathe, and collect myself. It was quite the whirlwind, but probably one of the best weeks of my life. Some highlights: staying at Heather’s for four days, taking a bath in an actual bathtub, meeting Dani Filth, seeing—no, experiencing Cradle of Filth live, hangin’ with AGA blogger Elizabeth, giving a bone-crushing hug to my brother Andrew again, seeing The VAGINA Monologues (“Hoohaa” my ass), and pretty much spending four days in the queerest college town I’ve ever set foot in. Seriously, I felt like I’d walked into some 1970’ies butch-n’-femme bar. I’ve never had so many crew-cut women open doors for me.

Anyways. With the exception of that little intro, this is going to be a cross-over blog to help with the Scarleteen Fundraising. So if you want to hear me talk about my sex-life, read on. : P

Having recently become a Volunteer over at Scarleteen (Whoo Hooo!) I wanted to share my own story of how I stumbled across Scarleteen during some of the most confusing years of my life, and how that place has made such a huge impression in my life. So I guess I will start at the beginning!

My high school years were a confusing time for me for many reasons the big one for me was that I was still being abused by my fathers friend which made it extra confusing for me when I started to develop feelings toward boys my own age and entered into the world of dating, drinking and all that comes with those two. It didn’t help that I hated my school, it wasn’t that I didn’t like the people I had lots of friends, always had a party to go to and friends to talk too much with in class, it was the school itself. I was sent to a private, all girls, catholic high school. I am not Catholic, although I was raised one but I learnt very fast that families like mine are not very welcome in the church, and I was not upset by this as I felt it was a good excuse to get out of that whole scene at a very young age much to the horror of my mother.