Here's a little bright spot in what would otherwise be a day filled with tidings of economic doom and misdeeds: Deep in the South, cinched in the Bible Belt and its consternate eye, comes a nugget of love on ImFromDriftwood.com
, a website created by Driftwood, Tex. native Nathan Manske, where gay men and lesbian women can share their coming out stories set in disparate locales.
A recent post is titled, "I'm from Clarksville, TN,"
depicting a most innocent kind of love between two little girls. Almost reads like a missed connection:
We were just children on the playground. I was a tall and chunky
girl, and you were even taller and so much more graceful. What grade
were we in? I swear it was the third grade; it couldn't have been
I was on the swings as you pushed me, and as the bell was called and
I dug my feet into the ground to walk inside with the rest of the
class. I heard you walk up behind me, and you said my name. I turned.
You asked me to come to your house for the weekend, to spend the night.
That Saturday, I went to your house. I remember all so clearly. I
sat on the floor, and you brushed my hair. "Can I tell you a secret?"
you asked, and I looked up, and nodded. It didn't take you long to
kneel beside me on the ground and bend over, cupping your hand around
my ear: "I think I like girls like I should like boys."