On Tuesday I saw a beautiful girl in downtown Monterey which resulted in my first "gay" moment with someone else.

C, her family, Y, and I were downtown spotting out a place to eat, and as we were looking at the menu that was outside a restaurant a girl about my age [16] or a bit older is walking our way, with what I believe is her mom or something relative. I could tell she was gay, with how she walked and dressed and such, but she wasn't full on butch. Short hair cut, pants that were semi-loose but girly, loose T-shirt [I think].

I looked at her, knew she was gay; she looked at me, knew I was gay, and we smiled at eachother. It wasn't much, but I'm so thrilled off my first brief "moment" with another female. It was kind of a liberating feeling; like "I'm OUT. Other gay girls are recognizing my homosexuality!" Besides that, it was just awesome to have a hella cute girl smile at me.

[I wished that she would be a member on here or something, and would read my story and be like "Oh, hey, that was me!" Wishful thinking likes to come into play with me a lot.]

In other news: I came out to Y. At first she thought I was joking, since I started laughing after she had developed a dumbfounded look on herself. When I convinced her otherwise she said that she supports me 120% and then gave me a big hug and said stuff like "It doesn't change a thing, you're still my friend" or something relative.

Coming out has been nothing but good to me, and I feel amazing because of it. Free, if you will. I have awesome friends, an amazing mom, and cute girls smiling at me. Life is good.