Earlier this week, there was a biphobic article circulating around the blogosphere. I skimmed the article, getting madder and madder as I kept reading it. I finally had to stop reading it before my blood pressure skyrocketed.
I was eighteen when I first realized that I was attracted to both men and women. I had never considered the possibility that I was anything but straight. So it was a real eye-opener. I struggled with being bisexual for 5 years. I struggled mostly with what I thought I was rather than what I actually was.
I was 23 before I could even form the word “Bisexual”
I credit the Psychology of Sexual Orientation class I took in the fall of 2008. That class helped me immensely. By the time I was finished with that class. I was so much more comfortable with who I was. I was comfortable being out as a bisexual woman. I felt so much better about myself. It may sound crazy, but I’m not sure I’d be out of the closet if I hadn’t taken that class. I was already out to a few members of my family before I took the class, but afterwards, I came out to everyone else.
It took me 5 years to be able to label myself.. No labels aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, but I’m happy that I can call myself bisexual.
Bisexuality exists. I exist. The way I choose to identify myself is valid.
When I first came out, distant relatives and acquaintances told me that I couldn’t be bisexual because I’d never been with a woman.
I…Um…WHAT?
By that logic, virgins should be asexual.
It took me a really long time to be happy and comfortable with who I am. I refuse to let anyone try to make me feel invalid again.
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