Being bisexual hasn’t been, and never will be, a very outstanding part of my identity, so having some sort of symbol that tells other people about that part of me was never something that appealed to me. But I realized the other day that the biggest aid in my self-acceptance was knowing I wasn’t alone. And, while I couldn’t care less whether or not people know I’m bisexual, I hope that someday I can help someone through their hard time the same way several strangers and friends helped me through mine.
P.S. Please forgive the pathetic facial hair. I’m fulfilling a promise.