BBP Stories: I Was the Tomboy

BBP Stories: I Was the Tomboy

Central High School
10th grade, 16
African American Bisexual Female

My story is going to be about my sexuality.

And being bullied about it. So probably about like my eighth-grade year, I started to realize that um-, the way I looked at other girls, like I noticed that girls are pretty. And I didn’t dress girly, like other girls. I was kind of a boyish kind of girl. I was the tomboy. I loved sports. I played football, played volleyball, and right now in my sophomore year, I’m playing softball. In my eighth-grade year, I had decided to come out. The first person I told was my friend, L. She accepted me. She was a real cool friend. And I loved her for that.

But other kids, they just, they didn’t accept the fact that I liked girls. Even though I still like boys, too. Bisexual is the term. But I mean, I think people are special the way they are. I have friends who are gay, who are transgender, and I love them all because they love me. So, eighth grade year was hard. When I came into my freshman year I met a new friend. And we had a lot of good memories together cause, you know, he was also bisexual. So, we had a nice mutual understanding cause we knew what each other was going through. And I don’t know, I think it’s because it was high school and a lot of kids had a lot of understanding of what the term bisexual was and there was people who accepted the fact that I was bisexual.


And then, there were people who didn’t.

I was fine with that. As long as I had my group of friends that understood, I was just fine. Right now, I’m currently in my sophomore year. I still have those same friends that were there. My friend, who I talked about earlier, and I went and talked to legislators about bullying. And it was a great experience. It was nice to be seen on TV. It was nice to let them know that everybody gets bullied. Not just kids who are nerdy and who get good grades, or people who are gay or straight, everybody gets bullied. It was nice.

I’m In Love With The Boy

I’m In Love With The Boy

Central High
9th grade
gay, male
15, African American

Well, my experience with a guy. It was weird. Like I didn’t know what to do, what to expect, nothing about it at all. I was scared but I wasn’t at the same time. ‘Cause I have friends and family who are gay, bi, and other stuff like that. So, I never really thought anything about, like, sex, or whatever. So, when I first tried it, I was scared. But, anyways, I’m going to stop talking about that ‘cause that’s awkward.
High school started and I met a guy and me and him started talking. We first noticed each other in October around Homecoming season. We started talking and we just clicked, bonded from there. But I never knew, like, I’d ever fall in love. I never knew I’d fall in love with him like I did ‘cause he’s my longest relationship. My longest relationship is six months. And everybody else, they weren’t really relationships.

But when I met him, he was something different. People were telling me, like, “Yeah, you should talk to him, he’s cute, da, da, da.”

And ever since then, I’ve been in love with the boy. But, like it was a month later, and he started talking to somebody else, like basically kind of cheated on me. And I told myself to forget him. He’s nothing. Cause he told me I was everything to him. And once you fall in love with somebody, everything they do affects you, like if they talk to somebody, you get jealous.

And so, when I found out he was talking to somebody else, I was just broken. Like I was depressed for a whole month when we broke up. I didn’t want to talk to anybody, see anybody, and wanted to just do nothing. I stayed in my room and hoped that he would talk to me. Like we would see each other in school and it hurt me ‘cause we would walk past each other like we were strangers to each other. We were strangers with memories.

I never had a first love but like I figured out he is my first love. I’m in love with the boy. Like in love. In love. And I would do anything in the world for him.

So when we got back talking, he said he missed me. I missed him, too. So, he asked me back out. And we went back out and we’ve been together ever since. Our anniversary is soon. That will be our seventh month. And hopefully, we’ll get married and have a family and a life together.

BBP Stories: He Loved His Self

BBP Stories: He Loved His Self

West High School
12th grade
18, African American, straight, girl

When I was in middle school, I had a friend and he was my best friend. It was like I knew he was gay and he knew he was gay, but everybody else knew, too. But he had this whole fear if he should hide it or he should show it.

He was just the sweetest person. He was so generous that everybody took him for a joke. Everybody took him for a mistake. Until he proved everybody wrong. You don’t have to make yourself feel like you’re unwanted or feel bad because of who you are.

And he really, he loved his self. He loved everything about it. He loved feeling gay. He loved everything. And I accepted him in every way. He told me everything. I told him everything.

And now I see him today, he’s the most beautifulest girl you could ever imagine. He dresses like a girl. Wear hair like a girl. Does everything like a girl. You would even mistake him for a girl. So you can’t judge what’s on the outside if you don’t know what’s on the inside. I loved him for him. And he was my best friend. He was a great person. And nobody could take that away from him.