My Coming Out

 So, life is weird. You can spend years defending an entire community with a near militant mindset, just to come to accept that you're not an ally but rather part of that community. Labels are crazy, so I've been struggling with them for years. It seems I've been struggling with it longer than I had thought. All the way back to when I was about 14 years old.


It finally hit me a few days ago. My friend Mari posted a comic variant cover and I noticed that I was genuinely attracted to the person on the cover. So, I talked things through with my friend Sophia and she helped me. I finally accepted that I'm bisexual. I'm not into many guys. I'm mostly into women. Like WAY mostly. However, even being attracted to SOME guys means I'm not straight. I've looked at the terms of bi and pan and settled on bi as my term. So yeah...I'm not just bipolar, I'm also bisexual.


I don't feel like I'm part of an oppressed community, but maybe the oppression is more of a systemic thing that gaslights people into being anxious about your own personal labels.


I know nobody will have an adverse reaction to this, except myself. I don't know why I was so easily accepting of other people coming out but I'm anxious about myself. Don't be all like "there's nothing wrong" and stuff. I get it. I appreciate the sentiment. It could just be the anxiety I already have about life, in general. I dunno. Maybe I should find a therapist when I get back from Seattle.


Anyway, yeah...that's really it.

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