When I first told someone I was Bi.. It was my brother.. And he told me he was too. A couple months later a girl decided to call me a "dyke". At the time nobody knew. I looked her in the eyes in front of the whole school and I said no, I'm not a dyke. And I don't have a label but I am bisexual and I am more than proud of who I am, and if you have a problem you can go fuck yourself. And to this day my family is more than proud of me and who I've become.
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