As a child, I always had "crushes" on girls with long, silky hair. But I was raised in a mormon house and was taught that it was a sin to like the same sex. So I became angry and anti-gay. Then, after high school I realized how judgmental my parents were. I became angry with them. When my best friend came out of the closet, I realized that love isn't a sin and I reexamined myself, my beliefs. So I'm bisexual. I'm not angry anymore, not with may parents, not with my life. I like girls and boys. I guess I always knew, but judgment clouded my mind for too much of my life.