Ok, let's go to somewhere during my last quarter of sixth grade. I was 11 or 12. I can't remember exactly when or how it happened, but I began to realize that maybe I wasn't straight.
Maybe it was because I was at a sleepover with my friends. Maybe I'd been watching a video that stirred up some thoughts. Maybe because I was lying in bed and the topic popped up in my mind.
"Do I like girls?"
"Am I a lesbian?"
"But don't I like guys?"
"Could I be bisexual?"
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Sexuality and All That Jazz
RandomA random collection of short chapters telling my story and thoughts and all that
