Timothy Snow

a forester by trade, i have been out for a few years since college. i know i was bisexual in high school. i love the outdoors and love my field.

bisexual means regardless of gender i can have an intimate relationship with anyone i find interested and attracted to.

we are normal, everyday people who just so happen to not restrict themselves in who they date, love or have sex with.

well as i had stated i discovered my attraction to men as well as women in high school, but being that i went to an all male catholic school i thought that it wouldnt be a good idea to come out. nor did i even know how to come out, so i stayed closeted. after high school i went off to the farthest public university i could find in my state mainly cause i wanted to be away from home as much as possible. i got to school and knew no one and tried to make friends. i had a tough time and became depressed, i still hadnt come out and i didnt think my life was going to get any better, so i figured id just end my life. i told facebook that i couldnt take it anymore and i didnt want to live. i started planning my suicide, i figured the only sure way was jumping off the tall dorm buildings on campus since nothing i had at my disposal would be a sure thing. a few minutes later while i sit at my desk, i get a knock on the door, its the campus police. i mistakenly let them in and they “talk me into going to the hospital” there i talked to a doctor who said i just needed a little help, i left a few hours later and went home. my school had a policy that if you attempted suicide you had a mandatory session with a counselor. i didnt want to talk but i had to be there if i wanted to stay in school, so i told her that i think im bisexual. we talked for a while and a few sessions later i came to terms with my sexual orientation. i felt i had to at least tell my folks, since you know i might bring someone home for the holiday. since i was far away from home, i couldnt come out face to face, but i couldnt muster the courage to speak on the phone cause i thought id cry, so i texted them. i texted my mom first, i remember when i was a little kid, my older brother once called me gay, i told my mom and she said that hes just being mean, but if you are i would still love you no matter what. i was 6 then and i didnt know what the hell that meant but when i was a freshman in college, that i knew and wanted to find out if it was true. so i told my mom “hey i remember when i was little, you told me that you would love me no matter what, do you still mean it? she said “yes”, and pretty much asked right away, did you get a girl pregnant? i said no, and she asked what was up?i told her that i was bisexual and as if she was five i explained what that meant. she said she didnt care who i saw as long as they made me happy. i told my dad next and he said the same thing. i felt great knowing my parents didnt want to kick me out or send me to a camp to pray the gay away. they just let me be, after my parents i gradually told friends, many were cool with it, although sadly many more told me to go to hell and die of aids. after losing alot of friends, i had a hard time coming out to anyone else. flash forward a few years, i met a girl online, we went on a few dates and we connected right away. i love her dearly and she loves me, even me being bisexual! i know it may seem like a convenience that i am with a girl, but hell its who i fell in love with, she just happened to be a woman. now im fairly open about being bisexual and find it freeing to be this way.

dealing with ignorance.

not having a care of whats in the pants of the person your with. also a kick ass pride flag.

some accept it, some are enthusiastic about it, some dont care and some people wish i were dead. but such is life.