It wasn’t until I was about 18 years old that I realized I was bisexual. No one explains sexuality to you, especially not usually in a positive light. My discovery of such information never felt ugly or frightening until I started to tell people. Questions of “Are you sure”, “What changed”, “Could it not be a phase”, “What if you end up married to a man” would continuously appear. With each being asked after another, I became more afraid and unsafe. After years, I saw that it wasn’t my sexuality that made me unsafe, but it was the world’s reaction to such idea. (Not) Safe is a reflection of my sexuality and that fear. On the outside, it appears as a pretty box ready to be opened and listened to. However, if that message isn’t as clear and easy to hear, who would even want to listen? And if they did listen, would they like the message?





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