Story #503

When I came out, it was seven years ago, and it was to the one person I loved most of all. She was very much like a mother to me, and I didn’t know what she would think when I told her I was bisexual. But she was cool about it, and I couldn’t have been more happier to know that I was accepted by at least one person. Since then more people know about me, and I’m fine with that so long as they don’t give me any hassle. After all, I didn’t choose to be who I am.