As we follow the real life situations of this heterosexual young girl in a world where the roles of everyone are switched, we start to see a much bigger picture...
I'm a man. I've recently fallen in love with a really beautiful woman. I'm bisexual. And this is my harsh and hurtful reality that goes along with that.
Four months ago, I came out as bisexual. But today I am removing that label and not replacing it with... anything.
I have come to learn something since coming out. The world is a more beautiful place than I ever could have imagined. It’s also scary as hell.
I wasn't ready for it, but he was asking questions. And his initial response hurt more than a steel toe boot to the nethers.
The pressure and judgments for those who aren't straight has gotten better, but it hasn’t been fixed. It’s just become more secretive. Today, let's change that.
I looked across the room at her. She was the girl who wouldn’t love me. She couldn’t love me. And how could I blame her?
I remember the morning after I came out, I looked up at my ceiling and smiled. I felt perfectly happy for the first time in my life. I was authentically happy.
Ever since that summer day I admitted my truth to myself, many things have become far more clear to me, and just as many things have become far more confusing.
Don't we get that when too many people throw too many rocks at a person, that person often doesn’t survive it? It's time to let this battle go.
My final attempt to avoid the truth would push me hard and fast into the single greatest hopelessness of my life. And only one person could save me from it.
How could my brother know that he was one of the ones I feared telling most, simply because I stood to lose the most with him?
I promise I will talk about the beautiful things. But first I must be accountable to the darkness. It was, after all, the darkness that made the light possible.
After coming out on my blog, you probably saw the outpouring of love. But what you didn't see is also important because it proved that love is louder.