Episodes 99 and 100 of B99 made me cry. But for all the right reasons.
I can’t thank the writers and Stephanie Beatriz enough for the portrayal of Rosa coming out to her parents. Do you know how amazing it was to see parents who were not like “oh we knew the whole time. You’re perfect and we love you!” Do you know how refreshing it was for me to see parents who still clearly love their daughter but desperately want this to be a phase because they don’t understand it? Do you know how much I needed to see a portrayal of the awkward middle space? Where your parents don’t hate you and kick you out but they also don’t “get it” and would rather just ignore that part of you.
I am bisexual.
I didn’t get to come out to my parents on my own time.
My parents are wonderful human beings and I know they love me a lot.
My parents don’t understand bisexuality. My parents told me not to talk about it too much because they were scared for me.
My parents and I have not talked about my bisexuality in over a year since I first told them.
My parents love me but they did not jump up and down and cry with me. It was not a sense of relief. Everything did not work out perfectly.
My parents don’t get it but they didn’t kick me out. They told me they loved me and we never spoke about it again.
When it comes to my sexuality, my parents and I exist in this weird middle space. From the bottom of my heart, thank you B99 for showing that I’m not alone.
Social Anxiety will make you do weird things, such as holding onto an apple core for 45 minutes during a meeting because you’re too anxious to go to the trash can that’s 10 feet away
or waiting for someone else to throw out their apple core so you know it’s okay
but waiting a few minutes after they do so you don’t look like you were waiting for them
and trying not to stumble because you know everyone is watching you walk
and feeling really proud and relieved when you arrive back at your seat after having successfully thrown away an apple core like it’s a difficult task
