Kissing Boys
...hat I finally did. I explained to each of them that I realized that I am bisexual and that nothing was going to change, but they were going to have to get used to the fact that I would be dating boys as well and girls. This wasn’t exactly the social norm in the quiet corner area of Connecticut and for that reason the news got around school very quickly. I quickly found myself having to defend my choice on multiple fronts. As in many backwoods towns, when it is let out that someone is anything other than 100% straight they are constantly under attack. I was prepared, I had a solid reputation and I had the mentality that if they didn’t like the way I chose to live then that is something that they’d have to get over. However, I was shocked when I received verbal attacks from some of the gay students. I assumed that they would be the most accepting because they knew what it was like to be different and be attacked by people based on their sexual preference. I quickly learned that the homosexual community can be just as narrow minded and closed as they claim the heterosexual community to be toward them. I’ve found the views that heterosexuals have toward bisexuals is slightly easier to understand than the homosexual views. My friend’s parents are very traditional and although they are accepting of me they brush my sexuality to the side saying, “He’s just confused.” However, the reactions I’ve gotten from other gay students and some faculty is, “He’s actually gay and just doesn’t want to admit it.” At least my friend’s parents, wrong as they may be, are willing to let me figure things out instead of labeling me what they want me to be. In February of my junior year I decided I was finally ready to try having a relationship with a boy. Later that month, while I was away at a music festival, I met Tyler. He was a year older than I and had never even held hands with a boy before. We were rooming together in a private home with eleven other boys, but the two of us were in a room alone. We talked for hours that weekend and in mid conversation one night he asked if he could kiss me, we made out all night. We exchanged number after the concert and continued our relationship beyond that weekend. We were able to get together at his house on weekends and breaks. His parents traveled a lot. That April the chorus was performing down in Florida, we talked day night. When I returned home, Tyler was still on vacation but was due to arrive home the following Monday. Monday came and went, he was not returning any of my phone calls. I had been dumped, for the first time, by a boy. It was a disappointing situation but not a very surprising one. After all I was his first boyfriend and I was younger and live forty minutes away. There were so many possibilities why he decided to stop dating me. However, I could not accept the fact that he just cut off all ties with me. It was simply rude. I was down but also happy because summer was coming. The summer after my junior year was completely devoted to pampering myself. I went to Europe and when I came home went to a vocal camp. Everything was great, no boys in my life to distract me. That is until school start...