I've been a bit different all my life. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, so I figured I must be heterosexual. I didn't know bisexual was an option! (I know, that sounds lame, doesn't it!)
When I was in high school (in the 80s), there were no Gay/Straight outreach groups yet. LGBT didn't exist. There were no openly gay boys. There was one girl I knew was lesbian, but only because I had seen her making out with a girl in a dark corner of the mall. There was no internet, no Google to ask questions of. So even though I didn't live an exactly sheltered life, there was not much information out there. I knew what gay was, and I was not. So I assumed I was straight.
As I got older, I had a fascination with gay people and gay rights. I didn't know many gay people and was not part of the culture, but it still intrigued me. I didn't find many women attractive though, so I continued to think I was straight. I attributed my interest to the fact that I was the racial part of an interracial couple, and my own marriage would have been considered illegal a generation ago in California.
I met my husband when I was 21, and we've been together since. We've had our ups and downs as a couple, but all in all, it's been a good 20+ years together. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Ten years ago, my husband entered a recovery program for alcoholics. I won't really get into that here, but it was a difficult time for the family, and most of my energies were devoted to his recovery and keeping everything together during that.
A few years ago, I started feeling that his recovery was going well enough that I could start concentrating on myself again. I wanted to find out who I was after all this time. What I found out was, I was bisexual!
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