the word ‘bisexuality’ is a taboo

it isn’t said on tv. orange is the new black, for example, features a bisexual protagonist who points out the biphobia at one point in assuming she can’t be attracted to multiple genders, but no one Ever says the word and she is ignored and referred to as a straight girl or a lesbian depending on the situation

other bisexual characters later turn out to have been Really Monosexual All Along. or are attractive, promiscuous women with commitment issues

this isn’t a coincidence.

people who are attracted to multiple genders, when asked about it, often describe themselves as “Fluid”. “I’d rather not label it.” “I don’t need to define it.” “It’s just whatever.” as if people are afraid of even implying the b word

this isn’t a coincidence.

the word ‘bisexual’ gets you different reactions in different places. straight people think you’re either faking for attention or a deviant. straight men are afraid of bi men and think bi women are just particularly promiscuous straight girls who want to have threesomes with them

gay men accuse bi men of being in the closet. lesbians accuse bi women of being straight girls going through a phase. and the ones who don’t do either of these things still often assume bisexuals are promiscuous, indecisive, and can’t settle down.

the theme throughout is that bisexually is illegitimate, deceptive, and always a front for something else.

this isn’t a coincidence

people are constantly encouraged to ‘settle down’, to ‘just pick one’, to ‘not be greedy’. abandon bisexuality. you’re really gay. you’re really straight. you’re too young. how can you know you’re bisexual at 16? 18? 20? 25?

this isn’t a coincidence

the word ‘bisexuality’ is constantly, persistently manipulated, by people who aren’t bisexual at all. the meaning twisted on shallow rationale. accused of being transphobic, or of being exclusionary. this has been happening for over 20 years now despite the existence of outspoken trans and/or non-binary bisexuals. whatever they can do to make you not say the word. pick a different one.

this isn’t a coincidence

bisexual people - whether implied or literally, deliberately saying they are bisexual using the word - are constantly rewritten as gay or as straight. gay icon. he was never interested in men. bi actor comes out? headlines say ‘came out as gay’, or articles outright ignore it

it’s never, ever a coincidence. bi erasure is a constant, ongoing thing.

Sometimes, I don’t want honesty. I don’t want to hear the brutal truth because I feel like hearing someone tell me the harsh truth about myself hurts. It hurts only because I’m trying so hard to hide those flaws that it’s hard to believe that all that work I did my demons still slipped through the cracks and someone else seeing them makes them think that these demons are a part of me.

I’ve decided that the only cure for my obnoxious need for attention is to occupy myself with other things. I’ve become annoyingly irritating in the fact that I beg for attention, affection, and the need to be told that I mean something to someone, over and over again. This isn’t closure or assurance, this is pure annoyance and I don’t know where it’s come from. I blame myself. I blame my parents. I blame my great-great pig stealing grandpapi. Whatever, it’s no one’s fault but my own. In better news, I’ve managed to stay away from the liquor (but not by choice). I’ve also been avoiding the cigarettes (not by choice either) but it’s progress? Not as if I had a true addiction but I’m soon becoming something I’m not pleased with. Actually, I am pleased with it, just sucks that it took this long to get to this point.

Today I broke up with my boyfriend. He didn’t owe me shit, even though I took care of him for months. He didn’t owe me shit, even though I bought him almost whatever he wanted even if that meant I suffered. He wasn’t shit. There’s more depth to this that I’ll never be able to express right now but I bought my first pack of cigarettes today. I’m a mess and I love it. I’m a well-dressed mess with the most beautiful smile of my entire life. This is what it’s like to be a grown up. Always do what’s best for you. Only you know what’s best for yourself.

I’ve found a piece of myself in the chaos of the life I recently created. One piece at a time and recently I discovered the low sense of shame I have in regards to things I feel like I can and want to be open about. Once upon a time, I was ashamed to speak openly and freely about the nature of sex. I’d be ask something rather “obscene” or “provocative” and I’d shyly hide my smile or turn my face to hide my reddened cheeks. Now, I wouldn’t say i boast but I don’t feel so ashamed to cry out that I’m a woman with needs that I yearn to fulfill and lips that cry to be kiss, hips that whine to be grabbed and a body that whimpers to be touched. Who am I kidding, this is Tumblr, it’s not new but in my world … I’m quite proud of the fact that now I can openly say when my body is weak and vulnerable.

Either tell the truth or shut the fuck up. Your only options in life.

Love is for the hopelessly romantic. I don’t know what it truly means or truly feels like without falling out or growing bored but perhaps that emotion isn’t love at all. I don’t understand why I fall so hard for every person who shows a little affection and a little bit of attention. A sign of what I lacked in life, maybe a sign of what I need in the next partner.

Whatever the case may be. I don’t want to search for it anymore. I don’t want to keep forcing the next man to provide me with what I need; I want for all of these things to just happen. Until then, I’m enjoying my youth. I’m enjoying the sun, the conversations, the random encounters and the diversity of my life from day to day. I have amazing friends and a wonderful family. If love isn’t coming after me, what do I look like going after it?

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. —1 Corinthians 1:4-8.
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