Sex baby, Let's talk about You and Me

*In song* Sex baby! Let's talk about you and me! Let's talk about all the good things, and the bad things, that may be! Let's talk about sex! *end song*

Right now, I want to talk about something for mature audiences only! Sex. Viewer discretion is advised. Ah sex, the most exciting, dangerous, sensational, risky, and life changing part of life. Sex is something that can only be handled by those who are old enough to understand what is wrong and right, and the effects of it. I would say that age is right around 14 or 15. So just around the age everyone is starting high school. Why do I say that? Because of the risks and dangers of sex. In this post, I'm not going to only be talking about the fun parts of sex; I will be addressing the bad parts as well.

What are some of the risks of having sex? Well, depending on the people engaging in the act, the dangers vary. Some of the risks are the same for heterosexual and homosexual people, but there are some that can be very different.For right now, let's say the engaging parties are heterosexual. Ergo, a boy and a girl. Aside from catching an STI or HIV, you can get pregnant. Now getting pregnant at a young age does not mean you are going to be on teen mom. It also does not mean your life is over. What it means is that your life has changed, and you are no longer living your life for just you, your living a life for two. And whatever risks came with that sexual encounter, you may have passed on whatever disease you caught to a new born person who had nothing to do with anything.

If the engaging parties are homosexual, things are a little different. We are not more likely to catch HIV or an STI, but we also don't have to worry about getting pregnant, cause let's face it, it just doesn't work that way. Even though the life changing result of a baby is not a risk for us, we still must be aware of catching diseases and being brought into other dangers.

No matter what kind of sex and who you engage in sex with, you should be old enough to deal with the repercussions. That's exactly why we shield this kind of excitement from kids as long as we can because it sometimes brings more than just pleaseure, it brings responsibility. Responsibility that a person under 15 just can't handle. I am not saying anyone who has sex under the age of 16 is doomed to a life of responsibility from there on. I'm not saying It's necessarily a bad thing to have had sex before the age of 15. What I'm saying is, of you are going to make the grown up decision to have sexual intercourse, be mature enough to take on the responsibility and repercussions that follow.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I can take on the exciting parts about sex! The passion, the romantics, the logistics, the kinks, and the don'ts! All of which depict on the person. I'm mainly going to be speaking from my point of view and from what my friends tell me, but no one can tell you what you like. Everyone has different tastes and turn ons. It is just up to them to find them.

That's what I like about sex. It helps you to find out a lot about yourself. A lot of people find that sex is very taboo and you should never talk about it. Some people are even ashamed! Which I just don't understand anymore.

When I was younger, and was just really starting to have sex, I would never like to talk about it. I liked it for the most part, despite how bad it was, but I was ashamed of what I did as a gay man versus what I would've done if I was straight. And as time went on, I learned I didn't have to tell anyone what I did behind closed doors. It was my business! But then I saw a movie called Weekend, which was a movie made in the UK about these two guys who meet up at a club and start dating, kind of. One of the main characters is making a movie about gay sex and he explains to the other character why gay people should share their sex stories. We are always being stereotyped and the straight people think they know us, but unless we start speaking out about ourselves, they will continue with their ignorance.

And he wasn't wrong. I too was ignorant. I thought all gay men enjoyed oral and anal sex, which just isn't the case. Some guys just don't like giving oral, or receiving. Some guys don't like anal because it hurts or they are disgusted by it, which is fine, that's their opinion. But I would not have known that if it weren't for the people who spoke up against our ignorances and told us that. From that point on, I realized that it wasn't bad to talk about se, and I shouldn't be ashamed of what I was doing. If I liked sucking cock, fine! If I liked rimming a nice clean hole, so be it! And if sometimes I wanted to get pinned down and fucked from behind, then by all means, I'll let ya know!

In sex I learned a lot about myself. I learned about passion and kinks. I learned that I am can be a very passionate lover, but also very aggressive. Let's tackle passion first.

I am a person who loves to kiss. I love to make out first and get into some hair stroking and then rubbing my guy all over. I love being rubbed down and making out and the work our way slowly. I never liked jumping right into fucking. I appreciated the pleasure and the foreplay that went into sex. I always enjoyed making my partner feel good. After all, if he wasn't having fun, I wasn't! I pretty much hate doggy-style just because I don't get to see my lover's face. I love getting to lean over and kiss while getting fucked or doing the fucking. And then to end, I love that last finishing moment of holding on tightly and kissing.

The aggressive part is just very sexy! Again, I love taking my time. Playing with his hair and then kissing and licking his neck! I am known for leaving guys with hickeys. I love licking him all the way down to his nipples and hearing him moan and groan as I lick my way down to you know where! Slowly pleasuring him, teasing him into ecstasy. Licking and fingering his hole to really get him rowled up and sucking his cock at the same time always gets them going! And then I like pinning their legs back and slowly getting inside and taking my time while I fuck him. Pinning his hands above his head while I pound his ass and keeping him from jerking off. Then as I'm ready to cum, I pull out and then I shoot all over him. Then, It's my turn!

Because I can cum twice, it allows me to get fucked, and do some fucking! I love it when guys pull my hair and lightly play wig my nipples. Groping at me every step of the way. Me and my friend joked about how we have long hair. I have always had short hair when I was young, and now that I have long hair, I want you sexy mother fuckers to pull it! I love it when a guy is very rough and aggressive with my neck! Giving me hickey after hickey and pinning me down while he does so. Then licks his way down and delicately licked the tip of my nipples and works his way down. Slowly sucking my cock and playing with my nipples at the same time, dirty talking to me the entire way through. I love it when a guy dirty talk while he rims and fucks me. He rims my hole until is is nice and lubricated and fingers me while he sucks me. The he 69's me and fingers me until he's ready to plow this bear cub's ass! He slowly gets inside me and he plows away, dirty talking me the entire way. Leaning over and kissing me and pinning my hands down so I can't jerk off. Finally, when it is time to cum, he pulls out and cums all over my torso and jerks me off himself.

Sex is a wonderful thing, but like I said, is only for people who can handle it. It is very invasive, but also can be very rewarding. I have learned a lot about myself and have gained tons of confidence from it. I give it to those people who wait til marriage, I would NEVER be able to wait that long. Plus, I wouldn't know what I know now about myself, which I would never give up.

Thanks for reading everyone, hope everyone enjoyed the post and took something from it. I hope it won't be too long until the next post. I leave you with many sexual thoughts and wish you many adventures that will lead you tk finding who you really are! You dirty boys you!

~Be Breezy!~

Going Away...

I'm sorry guys, I'm going to go away for a while. I just have too much on my plate, too much to handle, and too much going on. I'm sorry to leave you guys like this, but.. umm.. JUST KIDDING! I would never! At least not for a while... Take a seat and listen to what this bear cub has to tell society!

Now, I'm not virtually going away, but I am physically. Whilst picking out colleges, I made sure the colleges in my decisions were away from home... Far away. So why am I telling you this? What does this have to do about being gay? Well my little fags and hags, this is also just a rough draft to what I might write into my essay for another college, but also to collect my ideas as to why I want to leave, and being gay has a lot to do with it...

So the schools I mainly wanted to go to were West Virginia University, Boston University, and North Carolina State University. All equally as far away from home. Why so far? I needed to find myself. I needed to explore and see what was out there in the world and see that I can handle it on my own. It gives me the chance to be independent. It gives me the opportunity to make every decision on my own and without anyone's supervision. It gives me leeway to grow up.

My brother started college close to home. He goes to college one exit away from us, therefore, he also stays home. This keeps him under my parent's watch and under their thumbs. While staying home for college, he doesn't get the same opportunities as I will. He won't get to explore much, he's lived here for the past 11 years! He won't get the chance to make executive decisions for himself because he'll have to pass through the whole, "you love under my roof, so you'll have to follow my rules!" Statement, which just ruins everything. He can't do much without our parents breathing down his neck.

But if I go away, if I wanted to try something, I could do it. If I wanted to stay out late, I could do it. If I wanted to sleep over a friend's house or even have a boy over, I could do that. If I wanted to explore the town at all hours of the night, I could do that! And if I want to pierce my ear, I could do that too! And who would I have to go through? No one. I'll be my own parent. Making decisions for myself.

Now comes the real reason.. I must go away to find myself. Finding yourself as a person is the hardest thing for anyone to do and it sometimes it takes people more than four years of college to figure out who they are. But the only way you'll find who you are as a person, is to go out and experience things. You'll never find out that you like skydiving of you stay at home listening to mommy and daddy tell you thats too dangerous. And never mind that, you'll never know you like skydiving if you don't go somewhere to try it!!!

College is more than just learning about what you want to do for the rest of your life. It's about finding what's best for you on your own. Your parents will want you to be the best that you can be, but what if their opinion of the best, isn't what you want? Then you have to break away from them and find out what is the best. And that's what I'll have to do.

My parents think they know everything, but they don't. They are ignorant. I hate to say it, but It's true. I can't be me or make experiences out of that. I have to find my own answers to everything and break down my own ignorances, which I can only do by going out and seeking out everything that I need to shape me as a better person.

Along with finding myself comes being gay. I can find a community who will accept me. I won't have to worry about my parents meeting this person or how they feel about this guy, because they won't have a say. I can go make friends who understand my feelings and can talk me through them. Make brocubs and bromances. I can go to the bear events and make friends and have the possy of gays that I've always wanted. I could meet and date great guys or girls and not worry about who sees me.

I can completely recreate myself. I can kiss a girl without contradiction. I could eat cheese without everyone questioning. I could wear bunches of colors and wonder if that is still me. I'll be in a completely different crowd and different world that doesn't know Kaseem Parsley, and I'll have to show them who I am according to my own independent choices that I'll make.

My parents seem to be the main reason I need to get away. That and the area. I just need somewhere to explore and not be questioned about the things that I do while exploring. I don't need to have someone telling me what I can and can't do and what is and isn't right. And I don't need repetition and familiar views. I need spontaneity and variety. I need freedom and understanding. I need to go away.

So now that I've written this out, I still don't really know if I might write this for my essay. I'll read it to a couple people and see what they think. Thanks for listening and reading. Feel free to comment your college experiences and what you did and didn't like about going away to college. This cub is going to relax for the rest of the day away from school and work and and hope tomorrow isn't too bad. Everyone have a good night and explore something!

~Be Breezy!~

Misunderstood

Happy new year everyone! I know It's been such a long time since I've written and that mainly has to do with my fear of getting back into it. I don't want to write something until I have a complete understanding of it and it speaks to me. Generally right before I end up writing, the thoughts all hit me at once, but then comes the fear of making it a good post at that. But they are thoughts that must come out and must come to the light. And without further ado Misunderstandings.

So it all just kind of hit me today, while washing dishes. My first idea of being misunderstood all came back with my post about misconceptions. They both kind of go together. These misconceptions happen because of these misunderstandings and they will continue to happen until someone speaks out against them. These lies and hurtful comments will continue to be told unless we tell them the truth and we be confident and proud of it. What proof do I have of this? Miley Cyrus.

Miley Cyrus is a famous singer/actress. She was mainly known for her role as Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana on Disney channel, but now she is known as the girl who hit the tabloids and Hollywood with a wrecking ball and she won't stop. I kid and play fun with her songs, but this is where it started. A couple years after her show on Disney channel was cancelled she soon barged back into the public eye like a wrecking ball. This lead her to be misunderstood.

She confesses to her father and to the public that she is no longer Hannah Montana, but this new adult and R rated Miley Cyrus. I get it, she wants to have fun, she wants to be herself. She didn't want to be settle, she wanted to reach new limits and show that she was going to be somebody in the generation. And she did it. But what went wrong here? After she showed that it was her party and she could do what she wants, sipping from red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere, twerking all over Robin Thicke at the VMA's, the public saw this as Miley Cyrus going crazy.

They thought she was going to be another washed up Disney star who gave into drugs and was ruining her life... *cough* *cough* Lindsay Lohan... And this was the start of it. But then, after her single We Can't Stop was settling down, she came out with another song called Wrecking Ball, which I admit confused me at first, but now I think I'm starting to understand.

I was one of those people who judged Miley, solely on what she was recently doing and not what she was saying and when I seen Wrecking Ball, I thought she was truly insane! I thought she was just going nowhere. But then I listened to the song again and watched the music video... She touched me. In that moment, I understood everything that she had been doing. She wasn't insane, she was showing that she had changed and she was going to be somebody more than Hannah Montana. Wrecking Ball was her way of apologizing to everyone. She didn't mean to hit everyone with the news that, "Hey, I'm not a virgin anymore and I drink and party all night with mac miller and Frizzy! Ooh kill em ooh! #twerkteam!" She didn't mean to barrage us all with the new her, and she's sorry.

Why did I choose this to write about? Why did this touch me so much? Because sometimes when coming out and someone doesn't accept us at first, this is almost exactly what It's like. That moment when you sit your loved one down and you let them know who you really are and this is how you're going to live your life, you are basically throwing it at them all at once and it is not an easy thing to process. I always jump to think, well why should it matter, I'm still me! Yes, but you are me in a different view now, which is going to take some new understandings. So like I said, when a lie or misconception comes up, break the misconception.

So moral of the story is, be understanding of where people are coming from, no matter what it is they may be doing, because chances are, it wasn't easy for them to bring out. Now everybody put your hands in the air! Ok, no more Miley puns... Good night everyone, enjoy your snowdays!

~Be Breezy!~

The Public's Right To Know

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, been super busy. But I have been thinking about what to write and what to say. So I haven't left everyone completely hanging. So here is today's post!

Back in my sophomore year in high school, I was in a GSA. In this group, we were making a project and teacher's names were thrown around to help us. I might have asked if there were any gay teachers, but one of the guidance counselors came up. The advisor of our club admitted to us that he was gay. I couldn't believe it, I was truelly astonished. But I couldn't believe it. I still had some misconceptions and stereotypes about being gay that I held with me and couldn't match any with him.

Later on that year, I heard rumors going around that he really was gay. I still couldn't believe it. So I asked him if he was married, which he replied, no I am not married. So again, I stood there in astonishment.

Once I had actually considered in my head that he was gay, I thought so much more of him. Not in a sexual way, but in a fascinated way. I wanted to know so much about him and his story, but I knew he wouldn't talk about it. At that point, I had been left with the idea of him being gay and never a sure answer. So I kind of forgot about it, but everytime I seen him since that year, it always crossed my mind.

I was at a point in my life where I felt like I needed a feeling of understanding, but I couldn't find the type of understanding I wanted from kids, I needed it from people of experience. I wanted to hear those coming out stories that I had watched all night sometimes in person. I wanted to hear that it was going to be ok from someone who actually knew. Someone who had been through it. Someone who knew exactly what I needed.

So a couple of weeks ago, a friend and I were hanging out after school and he came up. My friends said she had seen him with his boyfriend at a restaurant and they were holding hands. At this point I was pissed. Why? Because maybe a couple days before that, I told him about me.

I was in the office just killing time and hanging out as I normally do, and he happened to have had free time which he spent talking to me. Now, this man is not my guidance counselor. I had only known him because he introduced himself to me freshman year to tell me how phenomibal I was as a person. But anyways, we were just talking about our summers and what we did and just random conversation. After a bit of rambling, I brought up how I was planning to move out and why. Like I said, I came out to him, but in more words than it could have been said in. I didn't come straight out with it, I insinuated it; but any person with a brain could figure out what the hell I was talking about!

So when my friend had told me that he was gay, I was a little angry. I had pretty much laid my entire situation out to him and he couldn't tell me anything. I understand coming out is a hard process and a personal one, but if you know what that process is like, why wouldn't you try and help another coming out soul?

Only one part of me is a little peeved. The other part of me understands. If he is gay, maybe he isn't in a place where he feels he could come out and help anyone. But at the same time, I feel like if you're gay, you have a responsibility to help gay youth understand themselves or help guide them, or if you are in the same place, at least let each other know that you are not alone.

For years I had been looking for someone to relate to. Someone who had been in my position and could just give me a hug and let me know everything was going to be alright. All the weird conversations and weird feelings, they won't be there anymore. Even if they do happen to appear, they won't hurt as much because they aren't as strong as they used to be. That love was going to be knocking on my door. That my family wouldn't leave or react to badly. That I would meet many people like me that I could connect me.

This is an argument a lot of gay people have towards celebrities. One of whom was Anderson Cooper. Everyone knew for years that he was gay, but didn't have assurance and therefore, a lot of stereotypes hadn't been broken. A lot of those years, there were fights and campaigns he could've been helping fight and push, but didn't. It almost made it seem like he was ashamed of being gay. Him and all the other gay celebrities like Jodie Foster and Jane Lynch. Is that the message that you really want to send to gay youth? That your job is more important than who you are and what you stand for? That you should have to hide who you are because your job place isn't accepting of it? Yes, you will have to give some things up for work, but in a public position, you should want to help. Your coming out could stop that child who had been pushed to his last nerve and ready to jump realize that he is not alone. You could give that kid who felt like he couldn't make it as a reporter or a basketball player or a football player so he decided to give up on everything, the hope that he had been looking for.

Me, being who I am, decided to come out sophomore year. Not only because I was tired of hiding and wanted to find someone, but also to help tear down some of these misconceptions and stereotypes about being gay that everyone thought was true. I am gay and black. A lot of people expected me to be feminine, dress in women's clothing, wear make up, etc. But since I came out, a lot of people who thought that had their view broadened. Why wouldn't anyone want to help with that? It's not hard. All you have to do is speak up.

All I had to was admit who I was to people and then be myself. That's all you have to do sometimes. Sometimes, It's just giving a hug to help people. In this case, all you had to do was be honest. I asked him in the hallway one day in passing, but didn't come straight out with it and he told me he wasn't, but he knew people that were.

I felt horrible because if he wasn't, then I had been having all these mean thoughts and stuff about him for no reason and he had been doing exactly what I wanted, to be honest. But if he was lying, I feel bad because I made him worry about if he was doing a good job of hiding. I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't get up the courage.. I might have pushed his coming out further back than what it wad going to be. All because I was being selfish.

I had wanted help on who I was and wanted someone to relate to me, but I was so frustrated that I hadn't considered the fact that he was in the closet. I know what that's like, to try and fit in, but being seen right through as if you were a diary being hidden behind a window. To try and be something you're not and have it knocked right down.

But I still think in that circumstance, he could have admitted it because I had already admitted it to him that I was gay, so I could've related to him too. But what do you think? Should a person in the public eye have a responsibility to come out? Why and why not? I'd really like to know and all questions  and responses are welcome.

I hope everyone is having a great thanksgiving break and has happy holidays. Hopefully I could get another post out before Christmas. Right now this cub is off to work. Hope everyone is well! Take care!

~Be Breezy!~

GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

I'm sick of being here I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm wasting my time. Nothing here seems important. I could be out working or meeting new people or even working on music! I could be doing something productive to help get me closer to figuring out my future. What am I talking about? What Is this hell hole I speak of? I call it jail, but most others refer to it as high school.

I'm in my senior year of high school and I'm just done with it! There's nothing really going on. We're bot really doing anything where It's like we can't graduate or anything, so I guess that's what makes it seem like nothing. I'm not even there for long. I have to get up WAY too early to just go for two chore classes and two Bullshit classes. I probably wouldn't feel as bad about it if I had classes that I took a lot of interest in. In my previous years, I've taken all the music classes and now all I'm left with is piano which I've had three times. I would just like to leave and figure what I want to do for the rest of my life and be on my way!

Maybe if I had some people to really interact with, but I don't. Now I'm a big people person and can make friends anywhere, anyhow. The problem comes forth where I feel I can't connect with everyone. I like to be crazy and wild, but yet very mature and steady. I like to make dark jokes that go waayyy too far, but like civilized mature conversation. This explains why most of my friends lately have been older, I just connect with them better. They aren't caught up with kiddy drama or anything, just talk.

Most of the kids nowadays are so caught up in being ghetto and loud and other stupid shit. Otherwise, they are uppity and I just don't relate to them. Outside of school, I have a wider variety of people to talk to and meet, while in school, I'm stuck with what I got for 180 days...

I think if I had that group of friends I could connect and hang with, it wouldn't be so bad. I lost that group of friends when I became a junior and later a senior. All of my friends moved on to college and/or are doing their own thing. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here with the group of people I never really connected with and forced to deal with it. Now I'm stuck with all the annoying, immature athletes in my class and the whiney, uppity girls that surround them.

But that'd what I've got for now. I've just got to keep trucking until June and then I'm out of here! Thanks for reading and sorry this wasn't really a gay oriented post. The next one definetly will be. How everyone had a great day!

Bisexuality

This is a very hard topic to talk about. Why? Because it is something that is even hard for me to comprehend. I've held myself from starting this post from lack of knowledge or what exactly to say. But I thought to share my thoughts.

Bisexuality is the personal attraction of both genders instead of one like gay or straight. For me, as for most gay people, bisexuality was a stepping stone. It was easier to come out and say I'm bi, rather than I'm gay. This is because in the minds of those coming out, it let's you know that I'm still half normal. When I first started telling people, I was always telling them I'm bi because I was always scared to say gay. I figured that if they thought I still liked girls, they'd still like me. Of course, this poses many problems.

One of these problems, which isn't that bid a deal, is letting them know later down the line that you're not really bisexual, you're gay. The main problem this poses is the belief in bisexuality. Most people don't believe in bisexuality because most gay people just use it as a stepping stone. Or for straight people, it is used to explain experimentation. Which leaves the questioning person thinking, is there such thing? Can a person truelly be attracted to both sexes?

When I was younger, I pretty much knew that I hadn't felt anything towards girls. I was always watching gay porn and always found myself looking at guys. But when it came to me defining who I am, came along questions. At first I was definite, but every now and then I find myself questioning the statement I am gay. I still only watch gay porn and find myself imagining about men, but women cross me as a phenomenon. I don't think of them sexually, just romantically. With men, I think of then sexually and romantically. So where does that leave me?

When first defining myself, I never get like bisexual described me. I always felt weird saying and even describing myself as bi, as if it didn't fit me. When I figured I was gay, it almost clicked. It still felt weird at first, but it felt heartwarming, homey. It gave me a feeling of peace for the second... But does that make it true? What if I'm interpreting that wrong? Maybe now I've just gotten so accustomed to saying I'm gay that anything else feels weird to describe me.

When first defining myself, I figured I was just like Ricky Martin. I was able to deter whether or not a woman was good-looking or even sexy, but when it came down to it, women were not for me. I work with this girl who I could potentially see myself dating... She's cute and we're always joking around, but is it just flirting? Or am I really feeling something towards her? When we sat down and talked, I think some of those feelings were starting to fade, but why? Where'd they go? I never have those feelings towards guys.

But what about in general? Can a person truelly love a woman just as equally as they love a man? Can it not just solely be based on sex? I honestly don't know. Especially since most of the people I know end up with a person of the opposite sex and/or end up saying they are attracted to the opposite side more. And girls don't make the arguments easier! They always go for these lebianic experiences and say they're gay or bi now, but then will turn around and say they're strictly dickly!

They're are soo many things that go against bisexuality that honestly puts everything and everyone against them. I hate it because It's pretty much shunning people who are truelly bisexual and telling them they are a lie. But those are the very same people who need to speak up and tell their stories. But I open this up to all you readers. What do you think about bisexuality? Do you think It's real? Why and why not? Let me know cause I'd honestly like to hear some input. Hope everyone had a great weekend. It's back to work and school for me tomorrow. Have a great week everyone!

~Be Breezy~

Coming Out

Today is a very special day. A day we as the LGBT community come together to celebrate a wonderful time in each other's lives. A very wonderful and personal point in time for us all. This day we pay tribute to on October 11 is called National coming out day.

A lot of straight people think this is kind of irrelevent, but they don't understand the importance of coming out. Coming out for anyone is a huge point in a person's life. It is a point in life where a person finds the courage to accept themselves for who they are and let the world know who they are. For LGBT people, this may include coming out as transgender, bisexual, lesbian, or in my case, gay. But coming out comes in different forms. For some people they may come out as a furry, or a gleek, or even an anime geek. Either way, acceptance is the key.

Another thing about coming out, It's something that never ends. We as different people are ALWAYS coming out. Most people will never know certain things about a person unless someone comes out and tells them. I am one of those people who breaks stereotypes pretty well, so with that, I'm constantly having to come out and tell people I'm gay. And of course with that comes with the second coming out as a gay cub. But just because people come out all the time doesn't make it any easier.

Coming out is never easy. Especially the first couple of times. My first time coming out was terrifying. I remember my heart racing and my head going light, and I didn't even do it in person! The first person I told was this butch lesbian who was soo sure I was gay, but I came out to her as bisexual. We weren't close or anything, I guess I just felt like she really couldn't overreact to me because me and her really weren't very different. But after her brought upon the coming out to one of my closest friends. Again, very terrified and hesitant, and still not even in person. I couldn't even get up the courage to do it over instant messaging, I did it through a MySpace email. My heart was racing all the way until he called me later that day and he said he didn't really care. From there, it didn't get much easier.

Sometimes people feel coming out is a lot easier after the first time. That wasn't entirely true for me... I came out to some of my closest friends as bisexual, which wasn't really the truth. It took me until my sophomore year in high school to gain up the courage to ever try coming out again. My next coming out was in a GSA where I was completely choked up and damn near ashamed to say it in front of people who barely knew me and were in the same situation!

From there came the last time I was ever scared of coming out, which was when I decided to come out in school. In this case, I was completely full of anxiety because I knew what I was going to do, just how when was I going to do it? I first told my activity bus driver and we talked for a while about it and I got a little more comfortable and then the next day I ended up just blurting it out at the end of class and everyone accepted it and moved on.

I cherish my coming out and am very proud of it. As should everyone else, which is why I put so much feeling into this day. This is our day to appreciate and reflect on these memories and share our stories in pride and victory. I hope this tradition continues and everyone celebrates the true meaning of coming out. Happy national coming out day and thanks for reading! Feel free to share your stories or kik me or instagram me. Have a great night everyone!

~Be Breezy~