Just by finding my blog and seeing its name, you can clearly and obviously tell I am both an ally and a member of the LGBTQ+ community. Putting the word ‘bisexual’ in the name of your blog is kind of a dead giveaway. Sorry, not sorry. How I became badass, bisexual, and a Burguete is an interesting story, a story I am more than willing to share. Because it is Pride month, I thought I’d delve into the creation of this blog’s name and my sexuality in this post. Can’t have a blog and not get personal, right? Right. Enjoy.
I think everyone knows how reproduction works by now so I won’t go into too much detail when I say that I am a Burguete because of my father. It’s pretty self explanatory, really. I am my father’s son, which means I carry the family name on his side. Sorry Mom, not sorry. I’m pretty proud to be a Burguete. I’m proud of the family I was born in to. I love my Dad, I love my Vóvó and Vôvô (it’s Portuguese for Grandma and Grandpa, educate yourself), I love my Aunt and Uncles, and of course, I absolutely ADORE my sugar-craving cousins. Being a Burguete has shown me the true definition of family and that even in the darkest and most tragic of times, everyone who loves you is always ready to drop everything and be there for you no matter what. I love my family.
It’s taken me a long time to become the badass that I am today. I had to go through three-four years of struggles with self-esteem before I could get to where I am today and the confidence I feel inside of me. I had to go through trials, tribulations and hardships. Although I wish I was this confident sooner, I believe that everything happens for a reason and that I struggled for so long to build up on all of this momentum and confidence that I have now. I don’t know if it would be the same if I found my inner badass last year or the year before that. Being a badass and living my truth to the full extent has helped me live a bigger, better, more fulfilling life. I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face, a spring in my step, and a foot that’s ready to kick some serious ass (that’s what a badass does, right?). I almost feel like my badass-ery spills onto the people around me. By being a badass myself, I can help others to be badass too. And trust me, life as a badass is one worthy of living.
Now the bisexual part. I first technically discovered my attraction those of the same sex when I was 12. I say technically because I hadn’t come out as bisexual yet, neither did I know much about LGBTQ+ identifications. It wasn’t until December of 2015 that I officially came out as bisexual. It’s kind of a funny story actually. Just days after I returned home from my operation, I was sitting alone in my room thinking about a fellow student from my school who I just so happened to be good friends with (for the time being). Him and I were never really close, but we were extremely friendly with each other. We had one class in grade nine together and that was it. You’d think since we weren’t really that close that I wouldn’t have a crush on him. Wrong! I had a big-ass crush on him. Want to know what’s even better? Just moments after I realized my true feelings for this guy, I took to Instagram only to find a picture of him at a party giving a girl a piggy back, looking all adorable as unfortunately some straight couples do. But this wasn’t just any girl. No no, this was the girl I grew up with and have known since elementary school.
Long story short, after the two broke up literally two months later (straight people, I swear), I finally built up the courage to come out to my crush and tell him how I really felt. His response was more than I could have ever imagined. Did we get on the next plane to Vegas and get married to a Cher or Elvis Presley impersonator? Maybe not. But he responded to me coming out with grace, respect, and support. He told me that he doesn’t see the difference between being straight, gay or bi and that I should be proud of who I am. Although he “let me down” by telling me that he is straight, his response was more than I could ever ask for and I am forever grateful for such a supportive and loving coming out experience.
Since coming out, I have fully accepted my sexuality and have been living my truth as my true authentic self. When I was first figuring things out, I wasn’t quite sure if I was gay or bisexual. I knew I liked guys, I just didn’t know which label I identified with more. But I was still sexually attracted to females. Eventually, I officially came out as bisexual (and not just because one day it’d work well with the title of my blog 😉). Where I’m currently at with my sexuality, my inner badass and my Burguete-ness, is just living in complete pride. I’m too busy living my life to the fullest to be worried about the homophobes and critics. Because if there’s one thing P!nk has taught me, it’s that I am a rock star, I got my rock moves, and I don’t need the naysayers. My friends and family play crucial parts when it comes to my pride and confidence, but at the end of the day, it’s me who decides what kind of life I’m going to live. Am I going to be the badass I was born to be, or am I going to be just another prisoner to society? I choose to be a Badass Bisexual Burguete. It’s taken me a long time for me to get to where I am today. But I’ve finally arrived, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m here, and I’m here to stay.
So, so what? I’m still a rock star, I got my rock moves, and I don’t need you. And guess what? I’m having more fun, and now that we’re done, I’m gonna show you tonight. I’m alright, I’m just fine. I am a rock star. I got my rock moves ~ So What by P!nk