I am bisexual.
Such a simple statement, but syntactic modesty conceals the inescapable complexity of its sociopolitical undercurrent. Those three words are burdened, also, with a personal weight. It is difficult to imagine a person for whom a phrase like this is not so heavily charged. Maybe one day such an admission will become as innocuous as any other statement of essential fact: I have brown hair; I have blue eyes; I am bisexual (or gay, or transgender, or pansexual, or gender fluid, or any other aspect of one’s identity).
But for now, it remains complicated, at least on some level. It means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, particularly the person who says it. Actually saying it, however, can be difficult. Even just thinking it may become a turbulent exercise in gradual self-discovery.
My own experience was a strange one. It took me a long time to realize I was bisexual, and even longer to say it. Let me tell you a bit about that. ...Read More