PredatorSmile
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How are things between you, your family and your significant other ?
My father knows that I am bi, as do my brothers. They've never been thrilled about it but they accept me for who I am. In the past, they've met the girls that I dated. Yeah, for a long time, everyone (including myself) thought that I was a lesbian. Two years ago, I met a tall, handsome young college athlete. We had similar interests. Both of us had military dads. We were both handy with rifles and loved contact sports. We became friends.
It was weird. Here I was, the Queen of the campus GLBT scene and I was hanging out with a jock who was part of a fraternity and had macho-type buddies. Needless to say, our two worlds weren't ready to mingle. It got even more confusing when I found myself attracted to him. We had sex and I liked it. More importantly, I liked him. This was a no-no with my friends. You'd be surprised how anti-hetero some GLBT people can be. My lesbian friends looked at me like I was a traitor. I felt so damn confused. My whole life, I've loved women. I've dated women. And suddenly, I had all of these intense feelings for a man.
The man of my dreams turned out to be more like me than I thought. Yes, my macho-looking jock boyfriend was a closeted bisexual. It didn't bother me one bit. We continued to see each other. No one except for me knows that he's bi.
When my family learned that I was seeing a man, everyone started treating me differently. My female relatives treated me like a human being for the first time instead of "the family dyke". My father has met my BF and they had a lot in common. My brothers also thought he was a cool guy. It's weird. I have to explain to my family that even though I love him, I still like girls. Yeah, I'm a bisexual woman. I have to explain to my queer friends that even though I am still one of them, and I still care for GLBT issues, I still love my man and have no intention of giving him up. It's a hard thing for both sides to wrap their heads around.
Why ?
My father knows that I am bi, as do my brothers. They've never been thrilled about it but they accept me for who I am. In the past, they've met the girls that I dated. Yeah, for a long time, everyone (including myself) thought that I was a lesbian. Two years ago, I met a tall, handsome young college athlete. We had similar interests. Both of us had military dads. We were both handy with rifles and loved contact sports. We became friends.
It was weird. Here I was, the Queen of the campus GLBT scene and I was hanging out with a jock who was part of a fraternity and had macho-type buddies. Needless to say, our two worlds weren't ready to mingle. It got even more confusing when I found myself attracted to him. We had sex and I liked it. More importantly, I liked him. This was a no-no with my friends. You'd be surprised how anti-hetero some GLBT people can be. My lesbian friends looked at me like I was a traitor. I felt so damn confused. My whole life, I've loved women. I've dated women. And suddenly, I had all of these intense feelings for a man.
The man of my dreams turned out to be more like me than I thought. Yes, my macho-looking jock boyfriend was a closeted bisexual. It didn't bother me one bit. We continued to see each other. No one except for me knows that he's bi.
When my family learned that I was seeing a man, everyone started treating me differently. My female relatives treated me like a human being for the first time instead of "the family dyke". My father has met my BF and they had a lot in common. My brothers also thought he was a cool guy. It's weird. I have to explain to my family that even though I love him, I still like girls. Yeah, I'm a bisexual woman. I have to explain to my queer friends that even though I am still one of them, and I still care for GLBT issues, I still love my man and have no intention of giving him up. It's a hard thing for both sides to wrap their heads around.
Why ?