When I came out, my parents found out my “friend” who was visiting from out of town was sleeping in the same bed as myself. My dad texted me later that day saying, “I hope he understands the rule, we don’t care who you bring home, but they sleep in the guest room until we get to know them.” That was all that needed to be said.

When I came out today, my mom screamed at me, told my dad, and he told me that every family has a freak. They both hate me at the moment. It’s impossible to be Haitian and a bisexual girl at 15 🙁

When I came out to one of my best friends, I asked him to sit in my room and read a notepad document (which had a letter for him) on my desktop. I stood silently outside the door. He came and the words he said, I will remember my whole life: “It doesn’t matter, once you are my friend it isn’t easy to get off.” And he still reminds me of those words when I need assurances.