“When all Americans are treated as equal, no matter who they are or whom they love, we are all more free.”–Barack Obama
Hello world, family, extended family, and anyone who is currently reading this post, while I love to keep my blog light-hearted and fun, and this definitely will not be a drag, this topic is a bit more serious than usual. I grew up in a very interesting family, and by interesting I mean that I have multiple siblings who classify themselves within the LGBTQ+ community. Growing up, it was such a normal thing in my household, that when I would hear negative talk outside of my house, at school, or on the news, I was shocked. I never understood why being apart of the LGBTQ+ community was seen as so “wrong”. I didn’t understand why people were so against those who are gay, transgender, bisexual, asexual, etc. That’s why it was hard for me. It wasn’t because of my family. I knew that they would understand, I knew that they would support me, love me, accept me. It was because of the world around me.
That’s why it took me until freshman year to utter the words to ANYONE: I’m bisexual.
Surprise! I’m bisexual!
I figured this out when I was in sixth grade, and let me tell you, it was absolutely terrifying. I remember sitting in class and thinking the girl across from me was the prettiest person I had ever seen, and it wasn’t just “oh, wow, she’s so pretty,” no, it was more of “wHat Do I Do sHe’S sO pReTty sToP looking At hER.” This brought on a lot of confusion because in sixth grade, although I had grown up in a very open household that was full of the LGBTQ+ community, I didn’t really know what being bisexual meant. I didn’t know that it was possible for a person to be able feel a connection to both genders. With that being said, I brushed it off until Freshman year. (That wasn’t easy, by the way, it popped up in my head a lot).
Freshman year was when I became friends with this girl who was on the soccer team, and yes, it liked her. At the time, neither of us were open and ready to be ourselves, but now we are both happy, open, and proud. But these feelings were what ensured that I am bisexual, and that it was time for me to tell my mom, and this is how that went:
Me: “I have something to tell you…”
Mom: “What it is?”
Me: “I like boys…and girls…”
Mom: “Okay, want a cheeze-it?” *Hands me cheeze-itz box*
It was just so casual, and it made me wish that everything and every coming out story for everyone could be that casual. Next came my dad, which was also really calm and easy, then my siblings, easy, and then now, this. Most of my extended family doesn’t know, until this moment if they’re reading this. Sorry for not telling you sooner. And also sorry for not telling you that I have a girlfriend. She’s real cute and if you’d like a picture of her you have my number, hopefully.
I’m going to leave all of you with this; coming out is probably the scariest thing in the entire world, whether you have a supportive family or not. My immediate family is immensely supportive and I couldn’t ask for more, but the world outside these doors is not as supportive. One day, it will all get better. One day, we will all be able to respect one another. One day, you will be able to come out and be yourself. One day, there will be equality and harmony in our world.