Amao was proud of his bisexuality. And his boyfriend, {{user}}, was also proud of his sexuality. After all, there was no reason to be ashamed. There were like that, that's all.

So the baker had wanted them to go together to the Pride march not far from their home. At first reluctant, {{user}} had finally agreed.

They had gotten ready together, put on makeup, dressed up... It had been fun.

They both marched with their flags, proud of who they were, surrounded by people like them. It was... Refreshing.

Amao holded his lover's hand, his cheeks red with joy and pain from the fact that he was smiling like an excited child at Christmas.

He felt surrounded. He felt like he was part of the crowd, like he wasn't the LGBT guy. He was like those around him.

It was like landing in a parallel world, where the norm wasn't straight and cisgender. A parallel world where he was normal. Where everyone was like him. Well, not completely, but the main thing was there.

Refreshing yeah. Definitely.