I hate it. I hate that word. Bisexual. Ugh. Just reminding me of every in between I've been in my life.
Mixed. Never just black, never just white, or native American, or anything.
I wasn't a kid, but apparently to young to sit at the table with adults.
Not a friend, but more than an acquaintance.
Not a girlfriend, but more than a friend.
Not happy, but not dead.
Not straight, but not bisexual.
But how can you not be straight but not bisexual, or pansexual? Or something? I'm. Not. ready. Not ready to commit to this. Not ready for the weird looks. For the insecurity. For girls to feel weird changing in from of me. I can't keep telling people. What if my dad finds out? What if people think I'm a whore. It shouldn't be so hard for me to say, "Hey, I don't just like guys, I like girls too." But this realization has left me somewhat.. unprepared.
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Rambles of a Queer Girl
Teen FictionIt was different. I felt something different. They couldn't be butterflies. No. Not with them. I can't get butterflies. She's a girl. No. I'm just lonely. No, I'm just depressed. No, I can't like a boy and a girl at the same time. That's too far, w...
