Background: I've been bi-curious since I was about 14. I get along with my cousins as if we were all sisters, and we tell eachother everything, literally. Their mother is a racist to just about everyone who isn't like her. When I was 16, my younger cousin told me that she was a lesbian, and had a girlfriend. I was okay with it, and told her that I was bi-curious. That's how it was, and we went on with life. I had decided not to tell any other family members until I was older, mainly out of fear of how they would react.

Story: A couple months later, my dad, sister and I were on our way home from my aunts house. It was the most embarrassing car ride EVAR...for me, anyway. This is the conversation that took place:

Dad: "Your aunt has got the craziest idea that you're bisexual."
Jess: *inwardly spazzes*
Dad: "She told me today that Leslie (the lesbian cousin) told her you were. I told her that you weren't."
Jess: *mini-heart attacks*
Dad: "...You're not, are you?"
Jess: "Well...uh...yeah...kinda."
*everyone is quiet*
Dad: "...Oh."


The moral of the story: Don't tell family jack-shit about your personal life. It'll only bite you in the ass later on.