BRUNCH STORIES FROM MIAMI PART II
“I have two friends who are bisexual – they really wanted to come today but had other obligations – but they are going to be sad they missed this.”
Five brilliant, beautiful bi-girls have gathered together on a Saturday morning for brunch, community and friendship. The sun is bright in South Beach, Miami, and the art deco diner is full of people. In a large circular corner booth we share cocktails and stories.
“You have two bisexual friends,” Bianca asks. “Gosh, I don’t know anyone who’s bi.”
“Well, actually,” Nikki says in a sexy tone, “awhile ago, my friends and I created a scale to determine how bisexual we really are. We were drinking and it was late, and I don’t know how it came up, but we decided to make a scale from 1 to 10. 1 being completely heterosexual, 10 being completely gay. So, a five is someone who is truly right-down-the-middle, has no gender preference, bisexual.”
“Okay,” says Marina with a smile, “so what number are you?”
Nikki laughs, “I am a 7. Meaning, more often I’m attracted to girls, but I still like boys. One friend was an 8 the other decided she’s a 5.5. Now, we don’t know what that .5 means, but she certainly seemed to!”
“I wonder what number I am,” muses Bianca. “Can you know if you haven’t been with a girl yet?”
“Maybe you’re a 5.5, too,” I joke and the girls laugh.
“Oh my God, you guys, I have some big news to share.” The table quiets and focuses the attention back on Nikki’s beguiling smile. “A couple of months ago, I came out to my mother.”
“Wow. How did it go,” I ask.
“Great. She says, ‘I pretty much guessed it already’, then she goes and tells me all of these examples from childhood that showed I had ‘tendencies’” The table laughs. “She was really great about it, and she’s my best friend, so it just felt really good to tell her.”
“That is so impressive to me,” I say. “I haven’t come out to my parents, but I think I’m getting closer.”
“The funny thing is, over Thanksgiving, Mom outs me to the entire family.”
“What,” says Bianca.
“You were there,” asks Marina.
“No, thank God! But I guess Mom was just so excited to have a not-straight daughter that over turkey and potatoes she let it drop. I can only imagine her there, saying, ‘Oh, and now that you are all here, guess what? Nikki’s bisexual.’”
“What did your family do?”
“They might have been surprised but everyone’s fine with it now.”
“Your Mom is amazing,” Bianca says.
I say, “That is so sweet that she is so proud of you and who you are.”
“Yes,” Nikki says, “I am really lucky.”
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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It is interesting to me at times, how we find out who truly loves us. Because the thing is, anyone who truly loves us and has our best interests at heart, love us for exactly who we are. While I am probably like a 9 to 9.5 on the gay side of that spectrum, when I came out to my Mom over 18 yrs ago, she was nothing but loving and supportive. Even confessed that she had experimented a bit in her early 20’s. She only ever dated one girl and pretty much knew it was a phase but something, none-the-less she wanted to experience.
Being straight, bi or gay doesn’t define you as a person, but is more so an aspect of who you are. And truly loving someone is being completely accepting of who they are. Nice to know there are more than just a few people who “get it”. *hugs*
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I can never understand the at ease feeling of coming out to a parent and feel comfortable in doing so…as in telling them. I was never taken seriously about my sexuality. To my mother, my “antics” were seen as my trying to be ” different” and also seen as my being bored. I have been always outraged by the “bored” part. I am so glad to hear that mothers are proud of their daughters no matter how they choose to live their lives.
It is never easy telling a trusted loved one what your preference is….because we hold their opinions in such high regard. to know I will never be taken seriously hurts because I wish I could go and tell my mom stories and everyday things that maybe happen, but she will never get it.
It is funny I don’t think my father has any clue that I am bi sexual. Probably because he a 70 year old man and is mostly disinterested in my love love…aren’t most dads? lol
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