My Story

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by Kaybr0

by Kaybr0

My Story

Hi.
I'm going to tell you a story
about a girl.
This girl had many friends.
They all had crushes on guys.
She did not understand.
This big obsession they had with this one singular person did not make sense to her.
There were guys that she thought were cute, but, that was it.
No big obsessions.
No big attraction....

Until one day.....
When she too, had a crush on a guy.
She started dating him.
Everything was great.
Until something.... new occurred.

She was changing in the locker room during gym class when she accidentally glanced at another girl changing.
She quickly averted her eyes in embarrassment.
When she caught a glimpse of that girl, she found her attractive. She did not think it was a big deal....

Until that girl noticed her.
Apparently she had not averted her eyes quickly enough,
because the girl thought she was staring at her.
So, this girl told everyone in the school that she was watching her change.
For several months she got labeled as:
A 'freak',
A 'stalker'
A 'weirdo'
A 'dyke'.
And no one would even talk to her.

She started to believe that the labels were true.
She no longer felt normal.
She felt like an outcast.
She no longer felt happy.
She couldn't.
Not without any friends by her side,
to support her,
tell her that everything is going to be okay,
tell her that she is NOT a freak,
and listen to her when she speaks;
and tells them that the rumors are all wrong.
And believe her.

Eventually, she found someone who did all of that.
Or at least, someone who she THOUGHT would do all that;
her mom.
She tried to tell her mom that she was bisexual.
That she liked both boys, and girls.
And she knew this because of what had recently went on in school.
Her mom completely rejected this idea;
saying that she had found that girl to be 'pretty'.
Which was completely normal.

She was told that it was impossible to like both genders.
That you can only like one or the other.
That she OBVIOUSLY liked boys, and ONLY boys;
because she was dating a boy.
For a while, she believed this.
She still found girls attractive, but she told herself that she found them 'pretty', and that was all it was.
She OBVIOUSLY did NOT only like boys.
She also liked girls.

She learned this when she figured out the difference between finding someone to be 'pretty', and finding someone to be attractive.
They were not the same thing.
They were not interchangeable.

She now knew for a fact that she was bisexual.
That she liked both boys and girls.
That this was completely normal.
That it was not impossible, because it was happening to her.
That it was real.
She had found others who had experienced it.
She felt much better.
She felt like she was NOT an outcast,
or a 'freak',
or a 'weirdo'
or a 'confused, curious teenager';
as her mom had put it.
She was not confused.
She was not curious.
She was simply bisexual.

She tried to tell a friend about this via text.
They did not understand,
and neither did her parents.
They found her phone.
They saw the message.
They were astounded.
Her phone was taken away.
Her parents told her that if she ever acted like that again, they would sell her phone.
They still did not believe that bisexuality was a thing.
They still thought she was confused, and curious.
Her dad says, "You're not even sexual, how can you be bisexual?"
'Same way you can be heterosexual without being sexual.
Your sexuality has NOTHING to do with your sexual activity.
You don't have to have sex to know what you're attracted to.
You don't have to have sex to know how to love.
You don't have to have sex to be in a relationship.

She ignored her parents.
She knew the truth, and if they didn't take it seriously, that was their problem.
She began to tell others.
They began to understand.
They began to except her.
She found another girl,
who was also bi.
They became best friends.
She developed a crush on her.

This was the first time that she had found a girl attractive because of her looks,
AND her personality.
She wanted her to be her girlfriend.
They joked around about being a couple for a while, until finally... it happened.
She broke up with her boyfriend, and started dating this girl FOR REAL.
She felt so happy.
She loved her so much.

She tried to tell her mom about it.
She said it was ridiculous.
That she had been talked into it.
She let her believe that, because she knew, right then, that she wouldn't be ok with the truth.
Her mom asked her,
'Would you rather kiss a boy, or a girl?'
She didn't answer.
She couldn't.
She couldn't pick.
She wanted both.
She liked both.

All she could think was,
'Why NOT both?'
'Why can't you have both?'
Or better put,
'Why don't people THINK you can have both?
Or want both,
Or like both?
Why is this seen as unusual?
As curiosity?
As confusion?
It's not.
Why can't people understand that?'

She gave up on making her parents understand.
They couldn't.
They wouldn't.
They didn't.
She had no idea why, but they didn't.
A concept that seemed to be simple to her; as a teen, seemed to be
ridiculous,
complicated,
confusing,
impossible,
a phase;
to her parents, as adults.
She learned that she wasn't the ridiculous one,
they were.

And at this point, she had fully accepted herself.
Now, she is accepted by all of her friends.
Including her girlfriend, who she is still with today.
And she
could not
be
happier.
Even if her parents didn't understand her,
or take her seriously.
They didn't have to.
They weren't expected to.
She was a teenager.
But, they didn't know her.
She may have been a teenager, but she knew what she was talking about.
A friend once told her,
'No one needs to take you seriously, but your friends, and yourself.'
She values this as a very important lesson.
She no longer cares what anyone thinks, because SHE is the only one who can control who she is.
And this is her own
wonderful,
and unique identity.
It is hers.
No one else's.
She is now her own person.

Thank you for listening to that story.
Believe it or not, this is my story, and it is 100% true.
So, to all of the people who that bisexuals aren't real, and that they're confused,
or curious,
or just doing it for attention,
you're wrong;
because I'm bisexual, and,
I'm here.
I'm real.
There is NOTHING wrong with me.
Or anyone in the LGBT+ community, for that matter.
People need to realize that all these different people, sexualities; they all have one thing in common.
They're all about love.
Since when is LOVE,
in any form,
condemned?