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Emmy ([info]ladybrighid3333) wrote in [info]emmys_writings,
@ 2008-01-23 00:24:00

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Rei~
Betony and I went to a Pride event. I worry a little about Betony. This is her first Pride. And especially because she is bisexual and bisexual people get a lot of shit from both straight and gay communities. I just want my girlfriend to be happy. I love her dearly.

Betony was talking to some people and suddenly she ran off. I followed her and saw her run into the restrooms at City Hall. I found her sobbing in one of the cubicles. I stood before the closed door, making certain she could recognize my shoes, “Betony, are you okay?” I heard her sob, “I’ll be fine. Go enjoy yourself.” I stood there for a long while, knowing there was probably a gaggle of girls watching me, thinking ‘This is a really bad break up scene.’ “No, I’m not going to be able to enjoy myself if you’re going to stay in here crying, Betony. I love you. I want you to be proud of who you are. I want you happy most of all. Come out and I’ll give you a hug. I think you need one.”

Slowly the door creaked open and I knew everyone could see the tears streaking my love's cheeks. She collapsed into my arms and I held her close. Then she looked up, “Why do they hate me? Bisexuality is not a crime. I am not transitional or insecure. This is not a phase. I accept them for who they love, why won’t they accept me?” I held her closer to me, unconsciously rocking back and forth, still knowing we had an audience. I didn’t want to bring my girl’s attention to that though. Knowing that she was very self-conscious and still not quite accustomed to being “out of the closet.”



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