I’m with a group of peers; college students. I make a comment without thinking that reveals my fascination for girls. “YOU’RE BI?!” a boy shouts at me with a mix of awe, and incredulity, his eyes wide; staring. This occurrence is so common in my life I know the scene by heart. My friends will laugh as I roll my eyes. They’ve seen this all before.
Switching to a much more traumatizing scene: I’m sitting at my kitchen table. It’s summer time and I’m asking my mom if she thinks my extended family would accept one of us if we were gay. She responds with yes. But when I ask her about the comments made recently by family members who were putting down bisexuals, her mood changed. “You’re either one or the other, it’s going to come out one day. Gay or straight, there’s no in between.” By the time she is done with her rant, tears are streaming down my face and my brother is staring at her, begging her to stop with his pleading eyes.
As an open bisexual female who considers sexuality to be one of the biggest aspects of my life, I have a lot to say about bisexuality and how it’s perceived by society. No, we aren’t confused, we aren’t greedy, we don’t want to have sex with everyone, and we aren’t all interested in threesomes and orgies. If you don’t feel a certain way about something, it doesn’t mean that feeling doesn’t exist. Practice acceptance.
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