I want to be free. I want to be sexual. I want to arouse my fans. And I don’t want to be slut-shamed for it.
I compartmentalized every last piece of loving you and wanting you and needing you until I was absolutely sure I didn’t. I bit down and suppressed every piece of missing you until I could believably say that I didn’t care.
I said I was bisexual and that is all. Why there are so many negative connotations with calling yourself a bisexual eludes me.
My eyes landed on Richard’s. He glared at me like he knew my dirty little secret. I shifted back to the magazine, first to the left side, at the woman.
If you’re questioning your sexuality or know you’re different from our hetero-normative society, talk to some friends or adults that you can trust. They are a great sounding board for life advice all around. And they can be there if you need them when/if you decide to come out.
You start to really believe you are ugly.
“It doesn’t phase me. If someone calls me a slut I basically interpret it as them saying I’m extremely comfortable with my own sexuality.”
My perception of the world… as I am, has completely changed and I believe that I have a better understanding of society, how it functions, what’s around me and I’m able to use the better understanding that I have to my advantage.
I grew up fully aware of the fact that I was never going to be the tall, gorgeous girl that ruled every high school and college campus. I’ve always been too short, and in fact spent most of my high school and college years learning to subtly stand on tiptoes to be the same height as everyone else.
I have recently learned of your lifestyle and as a Christian I cannot allow my children to be influenced by unconventional ideas.