Bisexuality. Yes. Very fun. Because who wouldn't want to have multiple genders to like, am I right guys? Yeah, turns out my parents don't see it the same way. I never really thought of that but now I am. Ari was proud of me for finally realizing, Andrea was happy for me when I told her about it and I think Mars and Liv's hugs may have caused permanent damage to my back. But my parents were not as happy. I mean, technically I only told my mom because I'm too scared to tell my dad since mom didn't have the reaction I was hoping for but I'm assuming it might be sort of the same thing. I came home from Ari's house in time for dinner after hanging out for quite some time. Mom was finishing up and dad was in his study upstairs. I had no idea of my mom's strong opinions about the LGBTQ+ community until then but I wish I did because maybe I wouldn't have had the courage to do what I did. "Hey, mom?" I said, sitting down at the table. "Yes, bug?" She replied. My parents call me bug because my nickname Nat kind of sounds like gnat the insect and even is gnats aren't exactly bugs, that doesn't really matter for us because who has time to think of scientific terms when you nickname your kid? Anyways, I just took a deep breath and smiled at her as she set down the plates. "I'm bisexual. Which means I like multiple genders. So far just girls and guys, but I do think I'd like other genders. Just not all of them." Oh sweet, innocent me. I had no idea what was coming. Which was why I was so surprised when mom froze. She sighed as she went to go get cutlery. I frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "You're not bisexual, honey." She said, placing the spoons and forks down. "What do you mean?" I was confused. Really confused. Like, what? Huh- Mom went to get the pasta and sauce. "There's no such thing." She replied. "Yeah, there is. And that's what I am." I retaliated. She slammed the pot of sauce on the table. "No, there isn't." She said angrily. I felt mad. Really mad. "Yes, there is. You're just telling yourself that there's no such thing but there is." I told her. Mom glared at me. I hate it when she does that. "Stop it. Just stop. Ok, maybe I am telling myself that but that doesn't mean it's...right." My blood started to boil. "What do you mean? Of course it's right!" I said, raising my voice a little. Big mistake. "Don't talk to me like that, Natasha. It's just that I don't think girls and girls or guys and guys should be together. It isn't normal. People like that don't fit in society." Mom argued. "Well, maybe I'm not normal! Maybe I don't want to fit in!" I responded. "Stop saying that! You are perfect the way you are, you don't need to change it! You don't want this! You'll find a nice guy who will take care of you when you're older, and that's all you need." Her voice had changed. It was a confusing mix of caring, mad and kind of sad at the same time. "You don't understand! I don't have to settle down with a guy! I don't need some dude to take care of me! I can take care of myself! And I don't want this or whatever, it wasn't my choice! It's just who I am and I am proud of it!" I yelled. Mom got up and slammed her hands on the table. "Stop! Stop it! You are talking nonsense, Natasha Indigo! This isn't who you are-" "YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE WHO I AM, MOM!" I cut her off. She stopped. She was speechless. And then she lowered her head and sat down. "Natasha Angelica Indigo, do not shout at me. Sit down and wait for your father to come. Please don't bring this up again. Let's just eat." Mom said quietly. "But-" I started. "Stop." She said, looking up. "Yes, mother." I mumbled. The rest of the evening went as it normally did. I mean, mostly. We didn't say anything to dad, we just ate. Mom didn't speak to me until the next day. Dad didn't ask about it even if he definitely heard the argument. And just like that, after I had crawled out of the closet, I was thrown back in. Which means me being bi isn't the only thing I'll be hiding. I found this out a week ago and I've always felt this way. I'm non-binary. I don't think I'll have the guts to figure out what my parents have to say about that.
Chapter 6! The parents have arrived! Time for the rollercoaster to begin!
