Bisexual in America: Getting it from both ends

Can we please get this straight?  Seriously, there’s been something I want to rant about in conversations and I don’t because I’ve got a well of feelings that don’t need to be unleashed on the poor, unsuspecting person on the other side of me.

*warning, this post makes some sweeping generalizations.*

I am bisexual.  Being with a man does not make me straight.  Just because I have a male sex partner, my sexual orientation does not “default” back to straight.  Sexual orientation does not go away because of who you are having sex with.  Virgins can know what their sexual orientation is without having sampled.  People who are practicing celibacy have a sexual orientation, even if they are not boning.

When I was married to a woman for more than a decade, I did identify as lesbian, for several reasons…

  1. It was easier.  When you are in a female-female relationship and people know you are bisexual, people decide that you don’t have boundaries and you get invited into three-ways all the time because you’re bisexual.  It’s exhausting (the constant asking, not the three-ways per se).
  2. My sexual identity was evolving; although I had female lovers before I hadn’t been in a committed, romantic relationship with a woman.   I felt that the “label” of lesbian was true at that time.  Over time I realized that I am bi and because that declaration strained my relationship, I kept it to myself.  (Sort of, my best friend would sometimes say, “No you’re not, when I would call myself a lesbian.”)

So, when you are bi (or maybe just when you are me…) people tell you stuff.  I used to run an all women’s professional networking group and I can’t count the amount of times that women told me that they had a lesbian relationship but were with a man now, that they were bi but they kept it under wraps because they were with a man now and it would make it complicated.  And they are right, being honest and open with a partner about sexuality gets complicated.  And having sexual experimentation with people of different genders doesn’t necessarily make you bi.  It makes you curious, or perhaps in college (jk).

Oh and the bisexual men, I know so many bi men but, I think it’s harder (heh) for them because their masculinity gets questioned.  So, they have to keep so much on the down low.  Guys don’t get let off as easily as girls with just being called a “slut,” at least we’re still women.  Bi guys  aren’t  considered “real” men by the straight community if they’re “out” and the gay community doubts them for the same reasons they doubt bi women.  I’ve noticed it particularly difficult for bi men that are married to a woman.

It’s hard to have “bisexual” as a declared sexual orientation.  Many straight people think you are “undecided”, haven’t had the right dick yet, or are just plain slutty and will take anybody to bed.  Being bisexual is like being the political Green party of the Kinsey scale.  You are what you are, but you don’t get a lot of credibility.

I was at a party a long time ago and I was talking about the LGBT acronym.  I said I think that people are more comfortable with the LG part of the acronym than the BT part.  Then someone asked me if the BT stood for bacon and tomato, to her credit, she was drunk.

I went through a queer identity crisis after my divorce.  It’s hard to be bisexual in the queer world, because I don’t always feel like I belong.  Because of my male partner, I now get “straight privilege” and I think that is hard for a lot of gay people.  Being Bi and having a male partner is  getting off easy politically in that I now don’t have to justify my love to the world on a daily basis.  Some days I can just “pass” for straight and I have some guilt around that.  I understand what is meant by passing and straight privilege, but saying I understand sounds weak from this side of the conversation.  I was married to a woman for 11.5 years; I get what they are saying.  But it seemed like some people thought  that I had taken the easy way out or that my marriage didn’t work because I’m bi and she’s gay.  It didn’t work for a lot of the same reasons straight marriages don’t work.

It’s hard feeling like you don’t belong to a family anymore.  I know that feeling in a lot of ways.  When I am at a gay event, I feel like I have to supply my gay resume so that I can be taken more seriously.  And that is much more my issue than theirs.  Many people don’t care and I love that.

I went to a party of all bisexual women here in the South.  I was amazed by the diversity.  In California, a lot of the diversity is because of race.  Here, many of them had religious diversity:  Bi Baptists, bi Southern Baptists, bi Methodists etc. I had never been in a grouping like this and it kind of rocked my paradigm.  Many of these women were closeted because they can lose their jobs, social standing in their church and their marriages.  It seemed like their stakes were higher in coming out.

In a lot of ways, I think that being bi means you are in the middle.  Not really part of the straight world, not really part of the gay world.  It’s complicated.  I wish it was easier for bi people to come out.  There are so many more queer people in this world than people realize, I think that out bi people could help change that.  But it’s never as easy as it sounds.

Since I am on the subject,  Being bi:

  1. Does not mean that I’ve been waiting to experiment with you and your husband I have never met.
  2. Does not mean that I’m a slut.  (I mean, I’ve had my moments where I’ve been very popular.  But many straight and gay people do too.)
  3. Does not mean that I haven’t chosen which side of the fence to be on.  I am not straddling a fence, because I think that would give me splinters.  And I know that I am what I am.  Grey is an option in this black and white world.
  4. Does not go away now that I am with a man.
  5. Does not mean that gay is a choice and does not dilute the gay rights movement.
  6. Means that I love and am attracted to different gender expressions.  I am committed to and am in love with one person right now.
  7. Gender-schmender…  It’s not something that disqualifies someone for me.  I want to know your sexy brain.  I don’t care what’s in your pants.  I’m not trying to get there and I let the energy and connection go where they go.  (Within the boundaries and agreements of my relationship.)
  8. I can be monogamous.  I’m not sold on monogamy being a perfect system, lots of people struggle with it, I’ve noticed.  But my relationship is monogamous and it’s not a problem.
  9. Sure people turn my head and I don’t shut down attraction, nor would I want my fiancé to.  I feel that leads to repression which generally has bad consequences.  People are hot and that’s cool, it doesn’t mean that I need to take an action.

I want everyone in the world to have their authentic journey of love and self discovery.  I hate that there are social and political ramifications for some peoples’ paths.

Just something I had to get off my chest, thanks for listening.

good ol boys

The South is fantastic and weird.  It is so beautiful here.  I work with about 38 guys and two other girls.  I am very grateful that my experience has trained me for environments like this.  Especially since my professional environments have been high in vitamin estrogen since I left corporate IT.

It’s interesting to talk to the other two women, they are at that place where they don’t know if they can trust women in the workplace.  I am modeling trustworthiness to them.  I am modeling good will, because I remember when I was there.

I have been confronted toe to toe about my knowledge and experience by the alpha male, in public.  I think he regrets that.  He thought this California girl would be a push over.  He thought that having his guys around would intimidate me.  But I am so grateful for my experience in public confrontation (thanks cult!!).  In public speaking, in business, in everything.  I had one hell of a tit for his tat.  And he has 20 years of experience in this technical industry, but when I pulled my 16 years of technical experience together and shot back.  His guys started to back down and walk away. Hit the bully once, big, publicly and with humor not anger (like he had).  Now he minds his own business and I got cred.

I wasn’t going to come out as bisexual because I am trying to practice personal boundaries and I didn’t want people all up in my business.  And I didn’t want the whispers and chortling of being a bi-chick among dudes.  I didn’t want that to be the only thing they remembered about me.  I at least wanted my 90 day probation to be overwith.  But I messed up the “pronoun game”.  And said she when talking about my ex, instead of letting them assume he.  It was only in front of my manager.  After that he had a vacation planned and he came back and it’s not an issue.  Except that he told me he’s too ugly to be gay.

Politically correct doesn’t really happen here and that is actually extremely refreshing to me.  Because they don’t care if you walk away if you don’t want to hear it.  And I do feel perfectly comfortable walking away.  I love that they’ve only known me at this age.  Everyone else has known me as a younger me, and people don’t see me as especially  young here.  That’s really liberating.

Everyone is mostly awesome and sweet.  Lots of Southern charm.  I love it.

about last night

I thought a lot in the last twelve hours about my last post.  It felt perfectly natural to talk about my girl crush. Then I started to feel really vulnerable, like, oh my god, now the internet knows that I’ve had feelings for girls. Which I have. And I bet you have too, is that me being defensive? I don’t know.

 

I didn’t know that my feelings for girls had anything to do with sex, love or lust at all. I knew that my feelings were pleasant. I knew that I missed a particular someone more that others if everyone wasn’t around. I remember once being at a bible study and one of the men in the church was talking about homosexuals. And he said that some homosexuals were caught in a bathroom smearing poo all over each other. And as far as I knew, that is what homosexuals did. And I had absolutely no inclination to smear poo on anyone, and so I knew that my feelings weren’t at all gay.

 

I also had feelings toward boys, and that was to be expected. But I wasn’t allowed to flirt, even though I couldn’t help it. And I got my share of punishment for it. I was hit with oak rods, pvc pipes, made to stand against a wall eight hours a day for a week, shunned, publicly questioned and humiliated over issues related to flirting, sex, and even being in someone’s sex dream (oh sorry, vision from god). So I didn’t even have to take an action to get in trouble. It’s cold and my nipples are hard? Yup, gonna get confronted. My pastor started calling me a whore around the time I was eight. My favorite insult of all time was “You ski like a whore”. That one made me just stare at him…. What? How do whores ski? I am a terrible skier and spent a lot of time laying in the snow, maybe that was it. Oh wait, did the pie I made with my skis mean that my legs were too far apart? I don’t know. But this whore didn’t have her first kiss until she was 17. Yeah…

 

But I digress…

 

Boys were dangerous, because if you were even caught close to them you could get in trouble. Girls were safe, if you were with them you minimize your risk of danger. The men were also dangerous. It was my perception that any of the men could physically punish me when they felt it was appropriate. (Less that twenty exercised that right, but knowing that any of them could was indeed terrifying.) It was also my perception that the women got their safety, social standing and kudos by informing on the kids. The way I grew up it felt as though men were abusers and women were betrayers. It sure felt that way in the school. You were always being watched, always. And you never knew when anything would come back to bite you in the ass. Not literally, of course, cause that would be weird.

 

Trust was (is) excruciating for me. So I didn’t have a lot of sexual feelings. Even though I was continually accused of it. I had a whole lot of terror, repression and also other feelings which I would allow myself later to realize were rage and betrayal.

 

So, my orientation? For me-attraction, chemistry and desire have never been gender specific. I guess I’m bisexual. I don’t really know or care. Titles are confining. When I was younger the titles felt reassuring. It felt good to be “something”. Now I know I am me. I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends. I’ve been legally married to a woman and a man. Right now I have a boyfriend. I see sexuality on a scale of 1-100. With purely same sex attraction being on one side, and purely different sex attraction being on the other side. Most people I have talked to are closer to one side than the other, and few say that they are definitely at 1 or 100.

 

Where are you on that scale? I’m curious.

I blame you, McFlurry Girl

I have to tell the truth, I was at a McDonalds.  I was only there because it is so novel.  You see, I’ve only eaten at a McDonald’s 3 times in my life that I can remember.  And tonight I was there because I had been drinking and I needed some fries something fierce.  How can a girl be 34 and only have eaten at a McDonald’s 3 times?  Well it helps if you were born in a cult.  And if helps if the leadership passes out literature about how McDonald’s is to be boycotted because they support Planned Parenthood (who supports abortion, which is “evil”, etc etc etc)
 
Now, dear cult, you couldn’t help my 7 year reading comprehension.  I read your literature diligently.  I wanted to understand.  But my 7 year old brain deducted from your literature that McDonald’s supported Planned Parenthood by supplying “meat”.  And so I hadn’t eaten there until recently because I thought that your burgers were actually fetus meat.  Which they aren’t.  I get it.  But when in doubt it’s best not to perform acts of possible cannibalism.
 
Anyway, McFlurry girl…  You ordered a McFlurry, probably because of your name.  You were in line and I was staring at you.  Probably because I was partially intoxicated.  Your curves weren’t curvy enough.  Your voice was too high pitched, I admit it, I judged you.  Then you turned your head, and all judgements flew out the drive thru window.  You have a hell of a nose.
 
As all of my close friends know, I admire a big nose on a girl.  Seriously.  It’s got character, it’s got interest.  A girl with an interesting nose has always got a story to tell.  I blame you, McFlurry Girl, for making me not hate you.  There have been a lot of noses that have made my life interesting…  B, we just got reunited again on facebook, girl your nose is amazing.  J, a relatively new friend, your nose is character rich and fabulous.  But my original nose “thing” started with a girl who has a vowel to start her name and it’s an E.
 
E was in my church, and she was my first “girl crush”.  E sat next to me in church school, and I spent a lot of time with her profile.  Sometimes our hands would touch, it was awesome.  I knew I loved an interesting nose on a girl, but I didn’t know that it all started with E until recently when I was going through some old photos and saw her profile.  Everything snapped into place, and I realized that E was the first girl crush.
 
It was so long ago, and so innocent.  I miss E.
 
(For the record, it’s not a fetish.  I don’t want to do anything with the noses.  It’s just a trait I admire, don’t be weird about it.  k bye)