
I am not going to reveal where I am from. All I can tell you is my country is deeply conservative when it comes to women's rights, gender roles, sex and things like that. This is a story of my struggle of living in such society as a bisexual woman.
Beginnings
I started feeling that I am different than girls around me when I was 14. I had found my elder brother's collection of men's magazines which he hid from my parents. It had naked women. They were incredibly beautiful. I compared myself to them. I was butt-ugly in front of them. They had big breasts. Mine were smaller. They were completely smooth, hairless. I had small amount of hair almost everywhere. They had even skin tone. Mine was darker in some places. I could look at those women for hours and never get tired.
My female friends, on other hand would rarely look into such magazines. At 15, I was curious about sex. Like most teens. There was no sex ed in my country. But I had internet. I watched porn with vengeance. I watched almost all categories out there. Including lesbian porn. I liked it all. Most arousing thing for me was oral sex.
First Taste of Romance
A guy who was member of library I used to go to, asked me out. I was 17 at that time. He was cute and loved same books as me. That was enough to start going out with him. Of course, our respective parents didn't know about it. We used to talk about books, music. When weren't talking , we used to make out. We had to be very careful when we made out. Fear of getting caught spiced things up for us ;). Every makeout session was an adrenaline rushing adventure!
I didn't have sex with him though. But it seemed perfect. Probably because I didn't know anything better.
I still used to watch porn secretly. I used to watch lesbian porn more.

Realization
We broke up. I don't want to get into details. We were together for good 7 months.
I started watching porn more frequently. I had really uncontrollable urge to watch lesbian porn. What was happening to me? It felt weird. I tried to watch 'normal' porn more. I used to get same arousal by watching normal porn as well as lesbian porn. I indirectly asked my female friends about it. None of them had affinity to lesbian porn, as much as me.
I was baffled. I was clueless. There were days I stopped watching porn completely. But then I used to go back to it.
When She Walked into My Life...
She was living in apartment across hall and was in Art's school. She was my age. We be became good friends. I started spending quite a time in her apartment. My parents often invited her over for lunch or dinner.
She was beautiful in an unconventional way. Olive skin. Big brown eyes. Short curly hair. Long and slender fingers.
As she was in Art's school, she needed model to practice on. I volunteered to become model for her.
One day, she was making a sketch of me. I was just sitting in chair and reading. She suddenly said 'gosh, you are beautiful'. I looked up and was like 'OK?'.
'Do you think I am lying?'
'I don't know. But why you said that suddenly'.
She came closer and said
'Because I felt like saying it. Your waist length black hair, your eyes. It's simply beautiful'
We kept looking at each other. Her face was really close to mine.
I don't know who initiated it, but we kissed. On one hand I wanted it to stop but on the other hand, it was feeling so good! It was same as kissing my ex.
We did many other things, except sex, after that.
When I came home, I sat in shower. Trying to make sense of what had just happened. I was ashamed of myself. My body. Because society I was living in said that people who do things I did are despicable. I was despicable.
I decided to avoid her and break all ties with her. I couldn't. I went back to her. We had sex and it was surreal. It was beyond words. We lay in tight embrace for long time.
I fell in love with her. Head over heels. I almost started living in her apartment, I used to go home only for sleeping. My parents didn't suspect anything. They just thought we were 'very good friends'. I loved everything about her. The way she made my nudes, the way she listened to me talking-with her chin on her palms, the way she used to make tea.. everything. We spent time reading books together, we went to nightclubs which used to close down before 2 PM (that's how it is in my country). We danced together. She wasn't good at it. I used to dance alone as she looked at me from bar stool while sipping her mojito. I can never forget look of admiration in her eyes.

All beautiful things come with an expiration date...
She went to Paris for further education. Our relationship just fell apart with distance. I was left alone in this country, to deal with reality. I was Bisexual. I liked girls as much as guys. Girls are supposed to like guys only. According to my country's law, I was illegal. I was a criminal.
What about my parents? How was I supposed to tell this to them?
I was afraid. I was in pain. I lost my appetite. As a result I lost 20 pounds. I weighed almost 100 lb beofre by the way. I started looking sick. I hate to admit this, but I cut myself once. One day, I fainted in college. I was admitted to hospital. Doctors said that I was under stress. My parents probed around but I refused to say anything.
Joining LGBTQ Association
I embraced my sexual orientation. I decided to join pride parades. I made sure that I wore masks, so as to keep my identity secret. I met so many people like me. They were facing similar issues. Some had it worse. A gay guy had slipped into depression and had attempted suicide twice. A Lesbian woman whose parents beat her up mercilessly and married her off to a guy. So many such stories.
Some people were married to straight men/women. We fought for change in law.
I felt like I belonged somewhere. People who accepted me as I was. I felt positive. I went on date with few women. It didn't work out though.
I started gaining weight. I became healthier.
However, later on differences crept in. There were many homosexuals in this association that believed that bisexuals are just 'people on fence'. It became difficult to deal with them.
Long story short, I started working lesser and lesser with them. But I can't forget the difference it made in my life.
To Come Out or Not to Come Out?

I am 20 years old now. Just 4-5 years more and my parents will start searching groom for me. As I am attracted to men equally, it will not make any difference to me. I can get married to guy of my and their choice.
But.. I can't hide anything from my partner. It is just against my principles. But then, no guy would want his wife to be bisexual.
My parents would be scandalized. Their reaction is not going to be pleasant.
I am caught between my principles and harsh reality of my country. I am confused. It is like choosing between devil and deep sea.
Should I just keep it secret and lead a 'normal' life? Or I should come out to my parents and my brother?
That's a question.
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