A string of bad relationships with boys was what alerted me to the fact that I was gay. That and losing my virginity to one at the age of twelve. It was a stupid move, I know; scold me for it all you please. But at the time I was more mature than all the girls my age, and I thought I was ready for it. The guy was my boyfriend at the time, and let’s just say it ... well it sucked.

It was Wednesday before noon, and where was I to be found? The plaza. I didn’t have a job, but not from lack of trying. It just seemed that a nice girl with no formal training in any particular field wasn’t suited to most positions. By the way, my name is Sarah, and I’m what you would call a lipstick lesbian...