I dropped out, too, and followed her. When my father found out I had left school, he called and insisted I come home. About six months later, I left home again to go live with my lover. My parents had it all figured out, but when they confronted me, I denied everything. You may have seen stories on TV or in the newspaper about lesbian couples.
Butches dress in a more masculine style, have short haircuts and dominate the relationship.
The fem, meanwhile, assumes a demure role. I was the fem. Financial hardship actually makes it harder for lesbians to seek a path out. In the 12 years I was a lesbian, I never went to a gay-pride meeting, never paraded down Main Street, and never knew a pedophile. I still wanted a relationship with God, so I attended a Metropolitan Community Church, where gay people are welcomed with open arms.