Growing up as a bisexual girl, I was told I was just “too queer”.
I was also told I would never “fit in” with the other girls in school.
I was teased about my hair, my body, my hair colour.
I had to hide my tattoos.
I felt like I was in the closet.
The last time I had a date was when I was six years old, and I was still so insecure about it that I thought I was going to get into a relationship.
I didn’t feel comfortable going out and going out with anyone.
My mum, who is a doctor, gave me a lot of advice about how to deal with that, and when I asked if she thought I could get a job, she told me that I could, if I wanted to.
In those first few years of growing up as bisexual, I had some pretty bad experiences, but I was pretty lucky.
I don’t remember the first time I got really angry or hurt.
When I was 12, I decided I was gay and I decided to live as a man.
I remember going to a school dance and being so upset by it that my mum said to me, “That’s OK, you’re just gay”.
I don’t think I would have ended up where I did had I not had a supportive family.
There was a period when I went through a lot more trauma, but when I got to school, I went to school full-time and that’s when I realised I could make it work.
I got a job as a teacher and I started to make a real difference in my students’ lives, and that was when my relationship started to work.
I also started going to the LGBT club in my city.
It’s an LGBT-friendly school, and they are really supportive and really welcoming.
I realised that I was doing the right thing.
When I was 15, I started dating a guy.
I met a girl who was also gay, but we weren’t a straight couple.
I ended up getting a girlfriend and we were very happy, and then we went out on dates.
One of my best friends at school was a girl I met at school.
When we met, she was like, “You know what, I’m a bit of a biphobic, but you’re not.
You’re a gay girl, so you’ve got no right to be afraid of someone else.”
We met up again, but this time she said to my mum, “My mum, I want to be your girlfriend”.
That’s when we found out we were going to be going to university together.
We were on holiday for a month, and we met up with our new boyfriend.
It was so awesome, because it was the first kiss we had.
My boyfriend was like “What the fuck are you talking about?
I’ve been in relationships before!”
We ended up falling in love and we moved in together, and it was amazing.
I think we both got over the “it’s OK to be gay” feeling a little bit more.
After that, we ended up dating again, and this time I went out with him.
He didn’t want to go out with me, but he thought it was fun and I wanted it.
I still have no idea what my mum told me about it, but that’s the only time I’ve ever told her that I’m gay.
For me, being bisexual was a choice.
I went into this world believing that I would only ever be with the people I love, and if I was to be attracted to people of the same sex, that would be an invasion of my own privacy.
Being bisexual was also a choice for me because I had an extremely supportive family who made sure that I had every opportunity to fulfil my desires.
But, eventually, I felt the pressure of wanting to be with other people of my gender identity.
I found myself coming to terms with the fact that I might not be attracted and I did not want to live with the thought of my sexual orientation being revealed to the world.
As my relationship with my boyfriend began to slowly build up, I began to see myself in the mirror more.
I would sit in front of the mirror and just stare into the mirror.
I began getting very depressed about my bisexuality.
Then I started seeing other people.
I started talking to other people, and eventually I got the message that I should just be happy to be me.
Growing up in a gay, middle-class, conservative community, I always thought I would end up going straight.
It took me a while to realise that I did indeed have a choice about what I wanted, but at that point I had been living a very gay lifestyle my whole life.
Eventually, I did decide to become gay.
I came out to my parents as gay, and my