The verbal expression is a form of household chore with which I never feel completely comfortable. Therefore I multiply those occasions when I find myself faced with the obligation to speak instead of choosing the way of writing. Hello, I'm bisexual. In a word, only one, thousands of interpretations. People give reasons as they imply. The presumption is often the mother of all vices. Those who were invented for writing a present otherwise uneventful and those that we hide under the covers to keep a semblance of general empathy. The Earth is populated by gray areas in varying percentages. I forget my own colors to the occasion.
Hello, I'm bisexual, but I did not want to be. Learn gently, like a child, where my place is in a world where everything becomes easy sexuality. I cling to stories sometimes forgotten, never invented. I realize the wealth of details in life and how love is influenced by the winds and the mechanics of escalators.
Hello, I am bisexual and I'm like you. Sometimes a surprising strength, sometimes weak and cynical. There are days when I am looking straight ahead while walking with confidence. Others where I turn around in a spiral, losing my own hidden desires and emotions. Today I am down, but I know my feet.
Hello, I am bisexual and my ability to love is greater than anything. With it comes more extreme colorful living a passion for diversity. I'm getting closer to a community that takes me full to avoid, once again, to be loved compartmentalized. I embrace my difference.
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