I'm a 25, unfortunately turning 26, year old femail living in the SE area of Portland. A senior at PSU, I spend most of my…
For clarification purposes I wanted to give advice without actually delving into my full history. It's advice for you not my life story, is it not? Sexuality courses are a way of developing your intuition and education on how you should be or encourage you rather on how you want to be. Just because one can't write, doesn't mean one can't articulate what a diagnosis is in person.
The point I was making about my mother was that they formed this habit of living. You were supposed to find that one and once you gave him your virginity, that was it. You were supposed to make it work otherwise. I had no idea of the possibilities of exploration for women. Picture it this way. I was prude and with these courses, I'm not. It's called education no matter the purporse, but it allowed me to discover who I am. I am not a lesbian, but I am bisexual. I may not be able to verbalize my thoughts thoroughly through a computer, but I am however, not afraid to state what I want and how others like myself, feel.
In my defense, I'm pre-med not a lit major...So ya, writing isn't my forte.
Ha, I appreciate that. Sorry, it was a quick quip of a comment. My apologies for making your eyes bleed...
I'm a 25 year old female and currently exploring my options of the same ideal. I was 23 when I started taking these sexuality cluster courses that were required and I became addicted with them. I grew up in the similar situation of the two women you are in relations with. I'm Catholic Irish and once I broke it off with my 4 yr. lover, my mother finally outed and said (in a doctors office mind you): I had 4 men before your father.
Right then and their I was stunned. I'm this innocent looking, blonde hair, green eyed daddys girl and hearing those words at the age of 22 was shocking. I thought then and their, start taking classes they definitely wouldn't approve of and essentially I ended up in classes that made me question my own sexuality. After doing durastic things like getting tattoos, I realized it was my own way of saying fuck you, my sexuality is different and was forced as a normality.
To get to your question about telling your parents, it depends on how much you truly give a shit about what your parents think. If you believe that they'll use it against you, I'm sure you can find another thing to punch right back at them. That shouldn't be the reason of telling them though. I'm bisexual. I've recently been able to tell friends and I can hold my own very well, more than most men do. I, like you, haven't told my parent's about it but living in a Portland, OR kind of community hasn't let me stop discovering who I am. If you need approval from family, that's one thing; but if it's something you truly don't need to be happy, then just let it go.
The idea is to fight your battles wisely; if at any cost for your own peace of mind.
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