hi guys, um.. for my 2nd post i decided to share my story in the lgbt community to celebrate pride month.

i've been lgbt since i could remember, i remember being like 12 and like 'why is that girl so cute to me?' while i was staring at boys too. i was so confused... i had no idea you could like boys and girls yet (my mom is bisexual, but she never really told me about it.) so, i accepted it. i thought i was different and weird but... it felt normal? i felt like i enjoyed being different in the sense of liking both genders.

i took to google at 13, and i was reading about how bisexuality isn't real and bull like that. when i finally found out what it meant, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. i finally understood, but i was still too scared to tell anybody.

i ended up telling my online best friend at the time whom i still talk to, and she accepted me. she was so proud of me and i was so happy i nearly cried. i had gotten past on obstacle, but there was another huge one in my way. my grandma, and my mom. i knew it was unavoidable, i had to tell them before i could be happy with myself.

my grandmother died in 2016, i was 14 and just started my freshman year. i knew i had to tell my mom, so while we were off visiting her friends house, i told her in the car.

"Mom, I think I am bisexual."

and all i can remember was some laughter and an accepting tone of voice.

"i knew you were, but i am so glad you told me."

those words still echo in my mind and it makes me so happy. i just wish i had taken the chance to tell my grandmother, i know she would've accepted but i know she's watching and reading this while i write it and i know she's proud of me. thanks for reading, y'all.

(enjoy this picture of yukilisa i made)