for him [bxb] ✔️

8 // i like boys

Mum has always told me that she would love me no matter what we went through- whether it was a hurdle or a mountain. As my attributable love for music and art found it's way into my life permanently, so did my desire for the male species.

It came from an early year that I first questioned my mother for her answer to why my young peers had laughed and teased me about for finding attraction to my own gender. Mum had smiled and left a warm kiss to my temple as to say, it's okay- I think it is okay. Her acceptance to a quality I found so odd and foreign left me with the only confidence I ever really needed later when I dealt with my love life.

As the rest of my close family had easily taken the news, making it seem apparent as the time of day, I never needed further consensus as to why I liked whom I liked.

Friends, distant family and teachers soon followed suit and picked up on my attraction type in the years that followed without there ever being a problem. It was relieving to saw the least, especially when I think of friends or stories I've heard about queers coming out with a completely different reaction. I would have yet to found out this indeed was a prominent problem yet to be recognized.