Hey, I'm new here, and I'm glad to have found this space.
I think that part of finding out you're a bisexual is not only to question whether you're gay and in denial, but also to question the system that dictates how we should be either way. A system that acknowledges our existence, yet refuses, in stubbornness only known to Arabs, to tackle it and discuss it as a subject of great matter.
And one day, when I jokingly told my mother that I find girls attractive, she passed it as me not having seen men or guys for over four months. 'cause you see, there was a point in my life where I dropped out of school, became depressed, and locked myself in our home for five months, having absolutely no contact with the outer world.
However, after all this time, she seems to have forgotten about it, and asks me every now and then if I find any guy in my class cute. But deep down, I feel that she thinks that I might be a lesbian, as she have made several comments about my friendship with an older, engaged woman, while the concept of being attracted to both sexes does not, apparently, seem to cross her mind.
She is a great mother, a supportive, hard-working and quite revolutionary for a Middle Eastern mother. I love her a lot, but alas, this is not a post about my mother, it's my intro into this group where I can learn about others' experiences with coming out, staying closeted; the fears and the rays of hope that sometimes-just sometimes, warm us and keep us hopeful.
So yeah, here's from a bisexual girl that will hopefully write her next intro in Arabic, 'cause it's a shame nobody here is using the language.
May all of you stay safe and sound. .