2026-06-02 12:35 UTC
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.
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@cbharris@poweredbygay.social 2026-06-02 12:56
The more I learned, the more I connected. Finally, when I was 16, a classmate among those afterschool spaces kissed me. We made out. He pulled away, and I was left euphoric (and completely erect). There was no more fear of uncertainty. I knew. I came out as Bi weeks later, to a chorus of guffaws and eye rolls, including among family and some of the afterschool friends I made as part of the journey.