A Small Part of My Big Story

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From a young age, I always saw women. When I went to work, with my father, they had girls posing on motorcycles on the calendars, pinned to the walls. I was never really sure how I was supposed to think of them. Every now and then, my father would catch me staring, I would always make up excuses, complimenting the motorcycle they would lay on. Although, I knew my focus was elsewhere. When years passed, I caught my attention on chests of women I'd see in public, I, embarrassingly, would always look away. I had never thought of a girl loving a girl, I was only so young. This was confusing, I didn't feel that way towards the boys I saw in magazines. Not as much, anyways. It was hard growing up, my sibling always pointing at boys without shirts and asking if I found him attractive, I would always say yes, but I had never felt that way. When I was 11, those feelings sort of drifted away, faded. I found myself enjoying personality more than physical appearance. I did research and thought I was asexual for a while. Eventually, after years pasted, the physical attraction grew back, I knew I wasn't asexual. I googled the word 'gay' and 'half gay' to see what would pop up, as I was confused about myself. Bisexual, a word that popped up which meant, attraction of both sexes, I knew what that meant, and I thought of that for a very long time. I would always look at the same calendars and magazines, in confusion. Last year, after a devastating break up between me and my boyfriend (6 months) I was in complete shambles. I found myself growing attached to my friend, who was a girl. My other friends told me she talked about me a lot and thought I'd have a chance with her. We dated for a while and she told me she never really liked me. That hurt, a lot. And now, is where this story must end, for you see, she broke up with me only days before. These are only small bits of my story, but important ones, none the less. I have come to the complete conclusion of myself, bisexual. Love who you must, for you see, you cannot change the eyes of emotion.

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