This is really a follow up to my last journal...
Well, I did it (kind of). I talked to my mom first, and it really changed the way I thought about how to "come out." I told her that I was bisexual, and I told her I was a furry. She didn't really know what a furry was, so she was "fine" with it (just a little confused). She told me that she only had one problem with what I said. The fact that I called myself "bisexual." We talked about it for a while, and we both came to a consensus about how to go about it.
There really is no point in putting a label on myself. Instead of calling myself "bisexual," just think about it like this: When I fall in love with a person, I am going to love that person for who he/she is. I'm not going to love them for what's between their legs. If it's a woman, that's fine. If it's a man, so be it. Putting a label on oneself shows your pride in some situations, yes, but it also exacerbates situations that would go much smoother if one didn't have said label in the first place. Please don't get me wrong. I have deep respect for people who are very open about who they are yet drudge through the bullshit that others put them through. I just don't think that is the way for me. I'm going to be myself.
I've decided that I will tell people only if the situation calls for me to tell them (as in, if they ask). I just won't lie about who I am anymore. I also think it will be funny to see the surprise on the face of someone who "knows" me when I nonchalantly tell them then go about my business.
Anyway, Thanks for taking the time to read what I have to say. I really appreciate it.
7 years, 7 months ago
22 Apr 2011 17:01 CEST