I FOUND OUT I WASNT STRAIGHT BY GETTING PUNCHED

queer-and-chaotic:

magnificentninjadragon:

magnificentninjadragon:

magnificentninjadragon:

littlegemo:

magnificentninjadragon:

Ok so this is the story of how my bisexuality literally punched me in the face

I was in seventh grade at my locker and for as long as we had had lockers mine had been one over from Christina and next to me was Justin, now I had always been oddly resentful of Christina for being super pretty and nice and all around amazing and I didn’t exactly know why cause I got all happy when she talked to me and stuff.

So one morning I’m doing my usual thing getting my books out of my locker when next to me Justin suddenly ducks and next thing I know there is a fist colliding with my face it didn’t hurt ( I’m a black belt I get punched in sparring for fun so it was mostly just a surprise) I just kindof backed up in a bit of shock not knowing what was going on. Then Christina comes hurrying forward grabs my face gently and is all worried about me checking to see if I’m ok and I’m standing there in shock because Christina has really pretty eyes and she’s so much prettier than that cute guy a few rows down and her hands are SO SOFT

so I stand there opening and closing my mouth for a second then finally nod and she proceeds to continue to apologize and then check on me in every class.

I WAS PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY MY SEXUALITY AND I WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU TO WHAT EVER GOD THERE WAS CAUSE SHE TOUCHED MY FACE

This is greatness

I know It was me and I’m still like damn that’s really gay

I also ended up meeting my next female crush due to punching it is an odd story but the moral of the story is at fourteen I figured I have a type and it’s bad ass girls

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Happy Pride Month!