Bisexual people are great.
They aren’t straight.
They aren’t gay.
My Oma grew up in Holland during World War II. She used to ride her bike back and forth to bring her brothers’ food while they were in hiding to avoid conscription from the Nazi’s. One day when she was passing this German base they were collecting bicycles from everyone to give to the army. My Oma had no choice but to give up her bike as well however she waited till everyone else had left and went up to one of the soldiers. She explained that her bicycle was very important to her and she needed it to get around. Instead of yelling at her the soldier seemed amused and said she could go into the back and pick out her bike. He must has thought that she was going to choose the nicest bicycle in the pile as he had no way of knowing which was hers but instead she walked straight up to her old, falling apart, beaten bicycle, pointed at it and said “this is my bike.” The soldier laughed and let her take it.
I love this story so much because it tells so much about my Oma’s character. She was one badass. I always forget all the things she’s been through in her life. Friendly reminder that elderly people have fascinating stories and lives they’ve led if you take the time to ask them about it.
My Oma is amazing.