Hello, My name is Khloe but everyone calls me khlo. ^_^ I am 19 and bisexual. This article or story however you want to call it explains my life (P.S IT'S KIND OF CRAZY). To start this story off I must say the things I do I want for no one else nor do I say you should follow.
It’s the 21th century but people still question gay community, and I’m not even talking about some countries which openly discriminate it! There is so much stigma, myths, and simply, negativity towards us but all that comes from bald rejection as a result of “millions” of unanswered questions.
Being a member of the LGBTQ+ community is challenging, additing to it having mental health issues could be very emotionally very intense and can lead to serious consequences on the well being of the person.
I'm not sure about you but I don't honestly feel like I'm the same person twice. I rarely feel like I'm ever staying still, I'm always changing, always learning things, forming new opinions. Many of them have even surprised me, where I'm pretty opened minded I also feel like I'm a bit stuck in my ways. I like a routine. I like knowing what's happening, what things are and what they're meant to do, who people are and what their relation to me is supposed to be. I can't just know you because I know you, you have to serve some sort of purpose; if I met you in the grocery store while picking out which bananas were the yellowy, that's what you're going to be for me - the banana picker outer. I don't know why. That's just the way my brain works. I can't fix it. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about myself. I mean, between not being able to physically go to work, homeschooling my special needs teenage daughter and having to sit three and a half hours through dialysis three days a week, what else am I suppose to do except write about it here for you to read?! OMG, this is probably not going to be as amazing as I really want it to be but I'll try my best. I hope you like it...
When I started dating for the first time, I was always reluctant to date bisexual folks, I was really intimidated by the idea due to several reasons and myths imposed by society. I had many chances to date some of the most amazing people I ever met, who happened to be bisexuals because of my ignorance and fear of the word bisexual.
Her voice is lower than I have ever heard it before but it still rings in my head and the fear in her voice is throbbing against my skin.
“They don’t know God, the devil is possessing gay people.” I was 15, sitting in the middle of a discussion about homosexuality. What’s sad about that statement is that at this time, I was a teenage boy coming to terms with my own sexuality, scared, clueless, young, listening to people you would think at their adult ages would be more wise beyond their years, and the punchline? They were my family. Growing up, I watched how much hatred for gay people plagued the world. A lot of hatred stemming from what I know now as the following of a false God, confusion of sexual desires, denial of the nonconformist, and the misunderstanding of humanity. No thanks to religion that formed the cult belief that the homo species are nothing but sex demons polluting the earth with sodomy and fairy dust.
I've never really had a lot of gay friends but I have had a select few over the years. I’ve always kept my distance because there are parts of gay culture that I really don’t like. Some parts of gay culture are incredibly self-destructive. The back-firing at parents when we struggle with childhood coming out. By the time you come out, you have had often years of getting used to the idea, working out what that means for you, adjusting your picture for your future. Its old news to you, but sometimes it’s out of the left field, brand new information for the rents. They need time to adjust. If they don’t adjust, learn to accept it and love you as you are, they are arseholes of the ugly variety, but good people sometimes need time to process stuff. So many gay people struggle to accept themselves, but demanding instant hand clapping from the people you love as the minimum bar, you set the standard too high for most people to ever meet it. I’m all for standards, but if no-one meets your standards, your standards are the problem and your hurt is of your own making. I also don’t love the bitchy gay queen trope. I do love a bitchy queen, but there is more than one way to be a gay man, and if queening it isn’t you, then the stereotype is just another box you don’t fit. Large groups of gays can become quite negative, bitchy and queenish. I mean, it's all good and fun sometimes, but when its constant, its negative and schoolgirlish. No one but a mean girl wants life to be mean girlish, and there is nothing more tragic than an aging mean girl desperately clinging to her heyday. I think it stems from a place of insecurity, and negative and constrictive cultural ideas about what it is to be a woman or a man or a gay man or whatever. I tend to have a pretty high sex drives, coupled with the inability to accidentally spawn because of a broken condom, as a community we are not great at foreseeing the consequences of fucking all and sundry. No strings attached sex can be a lot of fun, but there comes a time when you want to be more to someone than an orifice. It’s not great for your long-term mental health to see yourself as a cum dumpster instead of a person worth loving and committing to.