A Lesbian Girl

Our first-semester results were out, and they were dismal. Our professor, disappointed, stood in front of the class and began a lecture about the importance of focusing on our studies. "Your future depends on it," he emphasized, urging us to prioritize academics over our social lives. Suddenly, he shifted gears and asked, "How many of you have girlfriends?"

At first, no one raised their hand. Sensing our hesitation, he reassured us, "It's okay to have a girlfriend, but you must balance it with your studies." Slowly, a few hands went up. The class chuckled as he encouraged those who did to manage their lives well.

Then something unexpected happened. My best friend, a stunningly beautiful girl, also raised her hand. The professor smiled, "I asked how many guys have girlfriends, not boyfriends." Without missing a beat, she confidently replied, "Yes, I have a girlfriend."

The room erupted in laughter, not out of mockery, but surprise. Some boys looked heartbroken, others bewildered. I couldn't help but smile, not because she was a lesbian, but because she was brave enough to be herself. After class, I went to her and said, "You're amazing for being so honest."

She interrupted, "Because I'm a lesbian?"

"No, because you're confident in who you are," I replied. She smiled, and we parted ways.

Impact of Positivity, vivek Balodi

  

From the first day of college, we were inseparable. She had warned me early on, "Don't try to flirt with me; I'm a lesbian." We both laughed, and from that day, a strong friendship blossomed. We often studied together, and sometimes she stayed over, sharing my bed, our bond built on mutual trust and 

respect.

One evening, as we studied in my room, I teased her about being a lesbian. She punched me playfully and said, "I love myself, and I don't care what people think. But I need you as my friend."

One night, she came to my room, drunk and heartbroken. Her girlfriend had cheated on her. Through her tears, she told me she wanted to cheat back, to have sex with me to get revenge. I tried to comfort her, reminding her that she didn't need to lose her integrity because of someone else's actions.

She was insistent, so I recorded her rambling, knowing we'd laugh about it later. Despite her pleas, I told her, "You're doing this for the wrong reasons. You don't need to change who you are."

She sobbed, "I just want my parents to accept me. I thought maybe being with a guy would help."

"You don't need to change for anyone," I said, holding her as she cried herself to sleep.
The next day, she suggested moving in together. At first, I laughed, thinking she was joking, but she was serious. Her room felt like home, but her landlord wouldn't allow a guy to stay. So, she moved into my room. It was chaotic at first, but she quickly organized everything, making the space feel new and comfortable.

Living together, our bond grew stronger. We shared everything and supported each other through thick and thin.
At the Christmas party, we were both drunk. When the cold became unbearable, we returned to our room. She wanted to dance, but I pulled her close and kissed her. To my surprise, she kissed me back, and we ended up making love.

The next morning, she hugged me and said, "I love you, Vinay. Last night was amazing."

"I love you too," I replied, apologizing for the night before. But she reassured me that she had no regrets.
Our relationship evolved from friendship to love. We graduated, found jobs, and decided to get married. Today, we have a beautiful baby girl, and we don't care whether she grows up to be straight or lesbian. All that matters is that she knows she is loved and supported, just as we learned to love and support each other.

In the end, whether straight or lesbian, everyone deserves respect and acceptance.