Tainted love
My love is infected, dirty, disgusting, perverse and ... wrong.
Do not feel that way. Tries; struggling to accept me.
When I was 14 I told my dåvarnade friends, some reactions I remember forever. I remember you as just smiled. Thanks! I also remember those who asked me to swear not to get kari them, for my love is dirty and disgusting. I remember those who could not go to the movies with me out of fear (?) because I could have thought that an actress was hot and I'm sick, right? So you never know what I can do ...
Mostly I remember how my best friend called me and bisexuals for earwigs. (Do not actually what she was thinking ...)
So how can I tell now? I finally ended up among a subset of people, in a class where I feel at home. Accepted. Finally. But they do not know. I think that these people have nice, open minds and it's not entirely impossible that they did not think I'm infected, dirty, disgusting, perverse and wrong. But I do not know if I dare. Do not feel so. I want to feel as if my love is something beautiful, unique and desirable. I work so hard to get over what happened when I was younger, and I know that many people have gone through even more terrible things when they come out. I know. But here I feel. I can not watch a beautiful woman without knowing me, pervert! (Please, let it end!) I can not heard the words: "I want a girlfriend" because I'm so afraid of how my friends will react.
I'm bisexual. I'm proud of it. I have known about it since I was old enough to understand the different sexuality limits. For me it is nothing strange. It just means that I look for man of people. Sure, I see male and female, but none of it matters to who I fall in love in. What matters, a personality that is so exuberant, tender and beautiful, smart and sharp.
Workers me through it, see if I say something at some point to anyone at all. If I can not accept myself, why should someone else do it?
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