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Throughout my life I considered myself many things, straight, bi, pan. Trying to fit myself into all of these spaces that I personally never fitted into.

I had never been so comfortable in my own skin, my own body. Everything I had, did, felt towards a boy never felt right to me. A boy that dated me in year six (sixth grade) and we dated for a while, thinking that these feelings would go away, and they never did. We dated for a year and I never had the courage to tell him that I didn't have any feelings for him, eventually I was told I was being cheated on. I wasn't remotely sad. I didn't care really, I was just glad that the guilt was over.

My friends noticed that I was hiding something about myself at that time as well.

I told them and my family that I was bisexual. I truly thought I was. But however hard I tried, I could never see myself with a man. Any man. Only a woman. I kwpt myself as I bisexual quietly until after a few minutes of me talking to my sister about cute girls, she looks at me and says, "are you sure you're not fully gay?" I remember looking at her and saying "yeah, I probably am." And carried on talking.

From that day on, I was completely and openly gay. To everyone in my life, because that is who I am inside, and I was happy with that

Since my friends, one straight and two bi, all accept me for who I am. At least, I damn think and hope so.