A moment that changed me: going to a gay bar and realising I was bisexual
A moment that changed me: going to a gay bar and realising I was bisexual
- We’d had a staff party on the archipelago and, taking the boat back into town, my co-workers and I were in the mood to dance. We discussed where to go and someone (it might have been me) realised Stockholm Pride was underway – maybe we should try a gay bar.
I didn’t know anyone who identified as LGBT, and although I was slowly starting to realise I was bisexual, I wasn’t about to tell anyone, including myself. I argued, however, that with rainbow flags flying across the city we might as well join in the festivities. The idea of going to a club full of queer people seemed both slightly scary and extremely appealing.
- We’d had a staff party on the archipelago and, taking the boat back into town, my co-workers and I were in the mood to dance. We discussed where to go and someone (it might have been me) realised Stockholm Pride was underway – maybe we should try a gay bar.
I didn’t know anyone who identified as LGBT, and although I was slowly starting to realise I was bisexual, I wasn’t about to tell anyone, including myself. I argued, however, that with rainbow flags flying across the city we might as well join in the festivities. The idea of going to a club full of queer people seemed both slightly scary and extremely appealing.
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