Since my post about bisexuality, the spam on my blog is all about how to find couples for hot experimentation.
Point proved.
Since my post about bisexuality, the spam on my blog is all about how to find couples for hot experimentation.
Point proved.
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…
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:
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.
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.
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.