I’m Bi

By Lord Tyler Sikov

I know last year I came out as a homo but now, after some soul searching, I have discovered I am in fact bi. One of the key things that made me realize this was that I could understand people on multiple sides.  Love is love, and I naturally can express my love to a wider variety of people. I am still getting used to the physicality of it all. Different types of people have very different body language and the way that that relates to how they show their love varies between the groups I am interested in.

It took me longer than I would have liked to come out like this, I guess the signs were all there. I have been known to rock a plaid shirt when it is colder out and then tie it around my waist when things get hot. I have trouble sitting in chairs so much of the time I sit on the floor, which is very common in my new culture. I have had to rework my hand gestures entirely because they have different meanings to people in my new community. Instead of giving a thumbs up which some see as rude I have begun using finger guns. I have also begun filling my room with colorful flags.

My family, friends, and community have been noticing that I go off to study very often and I believe they understand what is going on. I have been using words I never used to use. I shut myself in my room a lot just to figure out how to say things properly. Sometimes I question if I really am poly or if that is at least what I will figure out eventually, but nope, I am bi. Biphobia is real and I am worried that since I am so new to some of the things is am trying, I will be ridiculed. Some people have been bi since they were 5 years old and it just seems to come so naturally to them. I am sadly not surrounded by many bi people, so I don’t have many people to practice with. I have sometimes resorted to going up to people and directly asking them if they understand what I am saying for example “Do you listen to sweater weather?” or “¿Escuchas el clima de suéter?”. Most people have no idea what I am talking about but sometimes I find that perfect person who just gets me and we are able to talk all night long.

Many people think that just because I am bi I can do it with anyone but that is not the case. I only speak 2 languages, English and Spanish, that is what being bi to me is. So, I am not able to talk to everyone in every language. I’m bilingual, I am not a polyglot. I feel that this is also a good time to tell all of my readers that I am panromantic. I will keep you all posted on if anything changes. Until next time, just remember everybody talks ;).

A secret message to my Non-Binary readers

By Lord Tyler Sikov

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Things You Could Buy With the Money You’re Saving by Not Having a Wedding

By: Abby Stoudt

Great news LGBT community! In light of Justice Barret being appointed to the Supreme Court, I’m making a list of all the fun things we can buy instead of paying for a wedding. So, instead of dropping 30 grand on a wedding, you can now afford:

1. 2,727 frog shaped coin purses
2. An unlimited amount of Turning Point USA activism kits whose pins you can then repurpose with $30,000 worth of Posca markers (While we’re dropping $30,000 we might as well buy the good stuff)
3. 600 pairs of rainbow crocs
4. A brand new Subaru
5. 428 Seinfeld boxed sets
6. 131 Bokuto plushies (but the huge one because again, we’re treating ourselves, LGBT community <3)
7. 600 Iconic Milk Bar birthday cakes
8. Roughly 7,500 of my go-to Starbucks order: A grande iced coffee with sweet cream and 3 pumps of white mocha
9. 1,666 copies of the Trolls Soundtrack on vinyl and 428 record players to listen to it on
10. 1,578 tapestries that depict Robert Pattinson standing in his kitchen

Well, I hope this helps because you all know what they say: retail therapy is a valid form of therapy.

But on a more serious note everyone, we’re showing the jokes the door for a moment, I know that times feel really rough right now but we will make it through this together. I love you <3.

My Adventure at the Orlando Pride Parade

By Tyler Sikov

 

I was on vacation in Orlando last year, I meant to go to Ontario but I got on the wrong plane. I decided that since I was there, I should at least enjoy myself. While I was wandering around in downtown, I saw a sign saying that there was going to be a parade that night. It was the middle of June and the sign was really colorful. I was excited to go because I had never been to a pride parade before. So, I paid the fee and went to the parade. I don’t know why attending the parade cost me almost 300 dollars but as a supporter of the community I knew that it was a good cause, I have donated to the Trevor project before so I understand where some of the money goes.

The parade started as all do, rainbow fireworks. There were floats, people dressed up in crazy colorful costumes. People were singing and dancing. There was great music, great food, and lots of people brought their kids. It is great to see kids being raised to be inclusive. Some of the costumes people were wearing looked familiar to me. Many of my friends are in the community so I must have seen some of these icons when I was with them. I was having a great time, but there is something I don’t understand. Why does everyone seem to worship that mouse?

There are people wearing hats, and headbands with his ears on them. Many people are wearing clothes that have his face or ears on them. My ticket to this parade has the same mouse but wearing a bow and a dress. I suppose this mouse is trans, and that makes them an important symbol in the community. I have nothing against the mouse, I am just so new to this kind of parade that I did not know how central of a figure they would be. I would have worn clothes that had their image on it if I had been warned.

There were a bunch of other LGBT+ icons, here are some of the ones I saw: a male elephant and a male mouse in a relationship showing off a bear/otter relationship, a pansexual dog being walked by an asexual taller dog, a cow boy with a string attached to his back and a space warrior thing in a green and white suit with wings, A blue wispy man and another blue wispy man both offering to grant us wishes but only 3, a large group of girls all wearing different colored dresses and talking about having true loves kiss, a green flying boy followed by many other small non flying boys and two flying girls one tiny and glowing and the other the same size as the green boy, a trans man looking to make a man out of himself, a big muscular man in red that seems very self-obsessed and a very large very furry man who could be part lion or maybe a buffalo, and two non-binary ducks who are dating and not wearing any pants. There were more but these are just the ones that I got a close enough look at.

Overall, I really enjoyed my experience at this Orlando Pride parade. It seems to be a big thing because my ticket let me back in the next night to watch the same parade again. The only tips I have for people thinking of attending a pride parade are: make sure to wear clothes featuring the mouse, bring a lot of money as everyone is trying to sell you stuff during the parade, and just because it is a pride parade does not mean you can go up and kiss anyone you see; I learned this the hard way and was not allowed back for a third night.