Originally I live in Vietnam. Probably one of the most homophobic country around. We used to have to line up two by two when I was in elementary. We would then hold hand and walk to certain place for reciting the national anthem or for long ass speeches about total crab. This was a tradition from grade 1-4.

I know I was gay probably way way before I know what that mean. i always check out girls. I love the line up part because if I stand beside a girl then I get to hold her hand. thank god for that rule ^_^. But when it was a boy I would be like "ok imagine that he is a she" ahahah. There was this girl i got a horrible crush on and I would die everytime I get to hold her hand. Yup and that probably is the start of gay-old-me. I think I would be very very closeted if I still live there.

and for ur "best friend" dun know, she sound half way between I'm-curious-but-I'm-scare. Are you guy still friend now? she know u like girl? Maybe she like the feeling of having some1 around and is possibly attracted to you but then to chicken to test out whatever she feel. Shit I'm depress right now. This girl I know was really good friend with each other over very short period of time. It got pretty physical and then Bammm "I dun think I can be with you because I believe I'm gonna marry a guy" Some people are affraid you know. i'm still trying to get over her >_<

I have been attracted to girls since I can remember… I was a tomboy as a child and did not get along with girls until I was about 10. Once I starting going into the teens I developed a deep admiration for women in general, and truly appreciating the beautiful and powerful creatures that we are… Not even going into what I find attractive about our gender, would have to start another thread J

I lived in a small town when I was about 12, and when my mom decided to move the family to “The Big City” I was heartbroken because I had to say goodbye to my best friend… When we were saying our goodbyes, something else happened and suddenly there was this tension that neither one of us could explain… At that time, given our surroundings (small towns, sometimes mean small minds) we would never talk about it, but we had to act on it!!! So I had my first passionate kiss with a girl. Was amazing!

i first realized when i was 13...at that time i was in france with my whole grade and i had the massivest crush on that really beatiful girl( to this day im not over her, might be cos shes still in my grade n i have a few classes with her..^^). I wanted her so much!! i never told her n she is totally straight, which is such a shame. Since that i only had one one BIG crush on that australian chick( a redhead, yummy) n sum little ones, but nothin serirous, since im not actually out yet. But yeah, it probably all started with that one girl, i cant remember if i felt anything for girls before that but i dont think so, i was a little boyish but not that much. :)

I guess i knew since i was young, but was not sure what it was since i wasn't expose to outside much often. being my dad was divorce and living in asia things aren't as open as americans. well there was this little girl in my class, i think was 6 back then. she was cute and nice. i can't seem to get my eyes off of her and everytime i get too close i'll sweat and my heart beated so fast, and i couldn't speak. talk about fascination. she was the only one that never picked on me for being a tomboy; all of my friends were guys. too bad i had to move to the states, i have feeling i'll somehow come out of my own if i stayed in asia.

my first experince would be high school. had this girl i spoke with and became friends, since i was so tomboy everyone thought i was her boyfriend, and she even accepted my roses but threw out other guy's. we spend so much time together until college. i tried to let her know how i felt, but since i was away in college she met a guy. and lets just say my heart was so broken when she told me we're just friends that's all. now she' married with 2 kids, do i regret meeting her? no. but i have to say she helped me understand that i was different from everyone.

i'm still looking for that someone special for me and i'm sure eventually i'll find her. and when i do i'll never let her go..

Seriously. It's true. Well, that was not when I first realized it, since I fully believe I was gay even in the womb...but there was this guy and he asked me out to dinner and I said yes because I was..well, an idiot. Anyway, so it was this really nice Thai place in Chicago and I got all dressed up for...potential ladies? Probably. We're at dinner, and the waitress comes up, and while I am on this date I think to myself "Ah, my waitress is a total hottie." So, all night I drank my water at rapid speeds so she would keep on having to come back.

Ahh I'm such a lesbian.

I was seven when I fell in love. She was a gorgeous, blond, blue-eyed girl named (what else) Heather.

My parents were poor, agricultural laborers who couldn't afford to buy my siblings and I all of the school supplies we needed, so for my birthday, my cousin bought me a cheap, Barney backpack. By the end of the second week, the backpack already had holes. Kids, being the wonderful little sh**s they are, constantly picked on me for having such a shabby, "uncool" backpack (because, apparently, second graders are the resident experts on what's fashionable.) One day was particularly bad; it was bad enough that I was the only Mexican kid in that class ("Haha, your last name is funny" or, the ever popular, "Haha, she can't even speak english right"), but now I was also the loser who liked Barney enough to wear him on my back. I kept quiet and stayed at the back of the classroom for the day. When the bell rang, I remained seated and waited for my classmates to leave. As I began to step toward the door, I saw whisps of blond hair blowing in front of the door frame. I stopped dead in my tracks and braced myself for the next round of (suprisingly) vicious attacks. Heather walked in and stood right in front of me. She allowed me one of her amazing smiles and said simply, "I like Barney." My second grade heart would never be the same; from then on, Heather would occasionally find small gifts, like a cool rock vaguely resembling a heart or a candy I'd saved up to buy, on her desk. I'm not sure if she ever knew where they came from, but she always appreciated them and I always appreciated her smile. When the agriculture season ended, my family moved north to follow the work and I never saw Heather again. But what I realized about my feelings for her, that stayed.

Sorry for the all the space this took.

In kindergarten and elementary school I always played soccer and fighting stuff with the boys and had only a few female friends.

I have a twin siter (we're not identical), who's  always been into girlie stuff and started to "date" boys pretty early. I've tried to fit into her group of friends but most of the time it didn't work out. I most likely hung around with the girls from my basketball team..

When I was 11 or 12 we had this new biology teacher and lil' tomboy me had a massive crush on her. This is the first gay thing I remember. Of course I couldn't explain it to myself back then. I only knew that I was different fro the other girls and never told anyone about my feelings.

Between 13 and 16 there were some girls I was attracted to, but I always said to myself that that meant they were good friends of mine or sth, so I kept "dating" boys.

I first understood that I was gay when I was 16. to be totally honest, I used to hate that thought and was afraid of it actually, forced myself into several few-week relationsships with random boys, just to prove to myself that I was straight. It didn't work.

In 7th grade. The TV show Dark Angel was on FOX, and I was obsessed!

 Jessica Alba... skin tight leather... 'nuf said.

I afraid that what I'm going to say is quite stereotypical but true nonetheless.

I always (as a kid, in kindergarten or so) had a crush on my friends', wo were only male, mothers. You know, this typical girl-crushes - but it didn't strike me as particularly "wrong", it just felt kind of naturally. I never ever thought about it until I realized I'm gay.

Ha! When I think about the mom of my neighbour - boy, she's still hot! haha.

But I recall one crush in particular: I was probably 8-9years old and in school we had this young teacher who comes into class to learn from older and more experienced one (I don't know what its called in english, but do please tell me) and she was soo beautiful! Every boy (including me, I even had a "boy name". God how awful to think of this stupid name *laughs*) had this big crush on her. She wanted to do extra tuition and me and the boys wanted to go desperately - but our mothers wouldn't let us :) because we had good marks ...

When I was in 3rd or 4th grade, my best friend and I used to play in her attic, we used to pretend that she was a girl leaving the grocery store or whatever, and I helped her with her bags and somehow we ended up kissing, well, "pretend kissing". And at the time, I thought it was just fun, harmless role-playing (lol), but now I think that was the first sign that I liked girls... Then, on 6th grade, I had a massive crush on my math's teacher, she was really cool and beautiful. From then on, I had crushes on a lot of my female teachers... I wish on a "Loving Annabelle"-esque experience with anyone of them... hehe...

And finally, I figured out I was gay when I was 15, and I got my first real kiss from a girl...

I first glimpsed my future as a big gay at the tender age of 6.  I was completely smitten with my first and second grade desk partner Elena.  Every single thing that little blonde girl said and did was the tops to me.  Any time we were outside for gym or recess I would try to hold her hand, when we were in class we would write notes to each other and I would find a way to lean very close to her when we read them.  Funny how when you're young that's so cute and when you get older that's so queer. 

I was around 13, when i had my first daydream about kissing my straight best friend. It blew my mind and for a long time i thought i was just going through a phase. But she just so understood me, or at least i thought she did and she always made me feel so special, so i fell in love with her, the way you do when your young and passionate about every moment of life, but i never told her.

She later broke my heart, when she asked me to draw her naked as a present for her husband to be. Whilst posing for me she broke down crying and told me that she wanted to sleep with a woman once, before she married him and that she had hoped it would be me.

Fool that i was, i gave into a thousand dreams, hoping that she would feel the same if we did, so we did sleep together. I was a bundfle of nerves and inexperience. It was almost clinical and innoscently childlike. I'm know it was a let down for both of us.

She went on to marry him and i let my hopeless romantic heart bleed for years afterwards.  But just to add salt to the wound, she told him and he came onto me, feeling that if i'd slept with his wife i should now sleep with him and then we could have a threesome. I didn't handle it well and it all ended very badly, with most of the blame firmly placed at my door. That taught me one lesson early on - don't ever fall for a straight woman.

This also made me hide from the straight world for most of my early years. Distrusting them, to handle the fact i was gay and not use me for they're own ends, untill my mid-twenties. Strange to look back on this now, when nearly all of our closest friends are now straight men and women. 

ever since i was a kid...i had crushes on girls, but i also had crushes on guys too. i was in 10th grade when i realized that i was totally gay...when i kissed a boy i really liked and felt nothing. i mean i kissed boys before but i never really liked any of them, so i thought i felt nothing cuz i didnt care. but the guy in 10th grade was great i liked him alot..but nothing, we went to a movie, he walked me up to my door and kissed me....i went into my roommate and cried. i was so upset to know i was gay. i prayed for it not to be true......my now i am so ok with being gay. i love women

i was hopelessly drawn to my nanny when i was like...5 years old or something, I remember always staring at her breasts.....and when i realized it i was like 13 or 14, I had a crush on my classmate, i couldn't stop staring at her...again the staring..... :)

sorry the other comment was so long

Believe it or not, my first "gay memory" was at four years old.  Obviously, it wasn't a sexual thing, but I remember this friend of my brother's came over on Christmas day to show us this toy drum she got, and everyone wanted to try it.  But all I could think of was that I didn't want her to leave (cause she could only stay for a little bit).  I was so incredibly drawn to her and I didn't know why.  When I finally came out later on in life, I remembered that day and went, "ohhhh! that's why!"  lol. 

"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself." -Harvey Fierstein

My first crush was my 6th grade english teacher. she had short spikey hair and was a triathlete and I was totally obsessed with her and just wanted to talk to her and sat in the front row for all her classes. I did whatever I could to be the teachers pet in her classes.

I was also a major tomboy for as long as I could remember, I only wore dresses till I was about 3 years old and then absolutely refused anything overly girly! Also at age 4 or 5 when my friends and I would play house, I never wanted to be the mom or the kids, I always wanted to be the dad. At the time I never really thought much of it, but now it sooo makes sense!! Not that I wanted to be male but that was the only way I thought I could be with or marry another girl.

I only realized I was gay at age 13 but before that I knew that I was different to other girls, and I was obsessed with Dana Scully (x-files) and admired strong, smart and sexy women. I was in total denial..........