Amai was proud of her bisexuality. And her girlfriend, {{user}}, was also proud of her 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.

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

She felt surrounded. She felt like she was part of the crowd, like she wasn't the LGBT guy. She 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 she was normal. Where everyone was like her. Well, not completely, but the main thing was there.

Refreshing yeah. Definitely.