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She was my first love.įast forward to the summer of 1986. Nothing more than requisite hugging, handholding, and snuggling happened, but a line had been crossed for me. We spent my two weeks there that summer crammed together in a single cot. But somehow, she and I bridged that jealousy into a full-on mini obsession. My last summer as a camper, I became exceedingly close to another camper - a preppy private-school girl who spent every session at camp, so she got a lot of attention from all of the counselors, and I was jealous. I had been rebuffed and I cried a lot the rest of that session.īut like any good budding lesbian, I didn’t allow that early rejection to keep me down. One night, she told me she wasn’t "queer." I was 12, but I knew what she meant. I had attached myself to a new favorite counselor from whom I stole hugs and handholds every chance I got.
Of course, those extended hugs did eventually lead to heartache one summer when I was 12, in the unit we called Indian Rock. I mean, where else could I hug another girl for minutes on end and no one would think twice about it? And somehow, it was just so much nicer than those errant fumblings I’d had with adolescent boys (at least for me). And then came the crushes - on counselors, on campers, and later, when I was full-fledged counselor in training and then camp counselor, on the counselors again.Īt some point in my development I realized that Girl Scout Camp did not make me gay, but it sure did speed the process. There were men on the periphery, but Camp Maria Pratt’s all-female staff of strong capable women taught me at an impressionable age that women - that I - could do anything. Beginning from age seven until I was 14, for two weeks a summer, I learned to make a one-match fire, sing every word of "Puff the Magic Dragon," and bake lasagna over a fire in a Dutch oven (yeah, that’s what it was called) in this magical place in the woods of northwest Connecticut run entirely by women. There were lots of times at Girl Scout Camp.
There was no one time at Girl Scout Camp. Let's kick off our campfire story hour with an excellent tale from SheWired's own editor in chief, Tracy Gilchrist - who looked like this when she attended Girl Scout Camp: Just think of these as the sapphic version of the iconic "This one time, at band camp…" If that phrase ended with, "I realized I was a lesbian." Read on to find sweet, sexy, and silly stories reminiscing on the first time these contributors laid eyes (and sometimes more) on another girl who made their adolescent hearts flutter. Sleepaway camp, day camp, Girl Scout camp - any kind of camp was on the table. We asked SheWired writers and readers to submit their most fond memories of same-sex seduction that took place at camps attended in summers past. As students, teachers, and parents prepare for the bustle of the Back-to-School season, we thought our readers could use just a few more moments to spend lounging in the late-afternoon summer sun, sharing a cold drink with a hot woman, and reliving the glorious days of summer camp gone by.