Tomorrow is the anniversary of my realization that I was Bi day!
So, since I'm gonna be in a car for 6 hours and spend three more days of vacation with mildly homophobic family, I'd thought I'd celebrate early. Here's the story:
It starts since before I was born, my uncle was married to a man named Joe, and I never questioned it. There was no, "Why is he kissing that man?" kind of discourse, ever, so I knew it was okay. I was never really an activist kid, and I never really fought homophobia or anything, just accepted it.
I grew up questioning myself. "What if I'm gay?" I knew I liked boys, and I never did really understand my attraction to the female species. By the time I was 10, I remember saying out loud in the shower once, "There's no way I'm only straight."
When I was eight, my parents gave me an iPad 2, the newest at the time, and when i was eleven or twelve, I downloaded iFunny. For any human on Earth that doesn't know what iFunny is, where Tumblr screenshots come to die. From there and the Tumblr tag, I learned about all these sexualities, like Ace, Pan, Bi, and just Queer activity in general.
I talked to my mom about it, and apparently one of her cousins is Bi, and another one was (unintentional suicide).
So I knew it wasn't fake.
One day, I met this girl, her name was Reyse. She was gorgeous, like imagine Kylie Jenner with sandy blonde hair and sea green eyes. She was so mind blowingly smart, and kind. She volunteered at a soup kitchen in Beaumont, that awesome. Immediately in love.
So on July 31st, 2015, I was eating ramen and talking with her over Instagram DM's about the Kardashians or whatever, and then I knew, like I've always been, in my heart, that I love both men and women.
It was always there, I just needed someone to carve it out of the marble. The beautiful, rainbow, queer, marble.
Happy pride to me!