Everything is to be in this chapter/part. The names used in this story are not the actual peoples names. They have been changed for the sake of the people in the story. Since I'm assuming none of you know my real name and everything I'm going to tell you my story.
First off, I'm a bisexual female.
You know those people who say that they knew they were different for their whole lives. They knew they weren't like the other kids. Yeah that's not me, I thought that I was completely normal. I didn't see a difference between me and the other kids in kindergarden and daycare. I only started to notice my differences from the other kids in about fifth grade. I noticed that I was looking at girls the same way I was looking at boys. You also know the people that say they suppressed the thought, pushed it to the back of their minds. Yeah also not me, I was curious, I wanted to know what it was about. I knew there were gays and lesbians but, I was looking at boys and girls the same. I remember one day I went home and googled it and it was a thing called bisexual. I didn't really understand what that meant until later in life but, we'll get there. Anyway, there was one time in the sixth grade when I was staring at some girls butt as she was walking out of the classroom. One student asked me if I was a lesbian. Of course I denied it, even though I didn't suppress the thought doesn't know that I wanted people to know who I might be. In seventh grade when I started realizing what it might mean is when I started to get scared. I am a Christian and the fact that I wouldn't go to heaven scared the shit out of me. I wanted to go to heaven I wanted to be a woman of God. I still find it hard to think about that and not get at least a little upset but, I've come to terms with it. Also in seventh grade I started noticing girls more. In the eighth grade is when I knew what I was and had come to terms with it. One stand out moment in the eighth grade to help me figure out was I was at my friends house, and we were hanging out in her room when she took my phone. I got on top of her to get it back and I squeezed her face. When I did I noticed that I really wanted to kiss her, like really badly, and I almost did but, I didn't because we were both dating someone. I then knew that I was bisexual. The hardest part about being an LGBTQ+ member is that you have to come out. I came out to a few of my friends and they accepted me. The hardest people to come out to though is your parents/ guardians. I have yet to come out to my parents or any family really but, when I do I will post another chapter.
If you have any questions leave a comment and I will post a chapter dedicated to answering that question.
Thank you all, I love you, GOODBYE!!!!!!
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My Story
RandomMy Story is about my own personal story about how I found out my sexuality.
