(This is the calendar we'll be going by.)

AH YES IT'S MY TIME.

So, I have been going by the label of pansexual since seven years old. I'm fourteen now.

I didn't get the chance to come out.

I had a girlfriend and my cousin found out, so she got all butthurt and told my parents everything.

My mom started crying because her little christian angel wasn't much of an angel at that point.

My dad pretended to be okay with it, but there's no hiding his disappointment.

My mom gradually came to accept it, because she knows that I'm stubborn and won't cave in, I have my own opinions and my own chosen path, and she knows that there's no changing it.

My dad, asked me a couple years ago, "where did I go wrong?"

HMM MAYBE THAT PART WHERE YOU LEFT FOR 7 MONTHS-

No matter what my parents think, I won't be changing who I am. No one can change me, or force me to change.

If someone held a gun to my head and said "Be 100% straight or die" I'd be like "gAnG gAnG mOthErfuCkER."

Nobody's opinion of me will change who I am, and that's a strength of mine. Whether you threatened me, insulted, or assaulted me, I'm too proud of a person to change according to anyone else's opinions, beliefs, or morals.

I mean, I'll listen to your bs, but I won't ACTUALLY listen to your bs.

As a christian, it took too long of a time to accept myself to listen to anyone else's opinion on MY life.

God hates me? Really? If God hated me so much he'd change me himself.

I guarantee, every insult a christian has thrown at the LGBT community, I have thought of myself.

I was the biggest homophobe before, I would know.

Maybe it was God's way of delivering me to the light.

God was like, "CHILD YOU OBEY YOUR MOTHER TOO MUCH, STOP BEING A PESKY HOMOPHOBE AND LET PEOPLE LIVE BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO THE HOMOSEXUA- too late."

Totally what happened lmaoooo

But seriously, I have gone through hell and back accepting who I am, because my parents beat the idea that homosexuality was a mortal sin into me.

and now they're going through hell and back accepting me, because they still love me and I'm not changing to satisfy their unfair morals.

SO THAT'S THAT. Also, I don't think I have any pan friends.

I'm the only one.

Hence, why my friends call me "pan-da"