2026-06-02 12:30 UTC
Being "gay" in that place - an elementary school serving a farming community of 400 people - and that time (mid-1990s) meant a form a gender dysphoria. Being gay meant wanting to be a girl, and that wasn't me. I liked girls and I was confidently cisgender.
The very construct of what it meant to be gay didn't allow for the Bi umbrella. There were no books. There was no cable TV. There was no internet beyond dial-up connections. We knew what we knew.
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@cbharris@poweredbygay.social 2026-06-02 12:35
Then came high school in the big city nearby. I finally met someone who identified as Bi when I was 15. He was generous. He was patient. He invited me to afterschool activities and clubs when my questions got more pointed, and I met even more people on the queer spectrum. I was 15 years old and some of the disconnected farmboy ignorance was wearing off. It was excited to be bicurious, but terrifying to think of having rug pulled out from under me again revealing no flooring underneath.