Today is Bi-Visibility Day. I’ve written and talked a bit before about my own sexual awakenings and awareness – both here and in my live-stream chats, and on radio. Much of those discussions, much of that awakening, is framed within the religiously conservative household that I was brought up in, and the homophobia that existed in my school.
Without a doubt, those surroundings shaped my own understanding of myself, and helped to entrench the guilt I felt about sex well into my 30s.
I’ve never been entirely sure where I fit on the spectrum, something I went through a massive soul-searching about a couple of years back. Years of angst, questioning, and guilt were sifted through. I concluded that gender non-conforming heteroflexible was probably the best, most specific definition of my sexuality – I’ve kissed a few boys, had my crushes and in theory could fall for anyone, but my inclinations in practice have been essentially heterosexual. Defining myself thusly actually came as a relief – but its couched in fears about what that means for me, and how others view me.
As a society we are still so obsessed with knowing about who people choose to be romantic and physical with, that we need days like today to assert the fact that all possibilities are valid.
I’ve had several partners ask me if I was gay – so clearly there’s some aspect of me that doesn’t fit a perception. But to claim bi-sexuality would seem a step too far. My sex life has been heterosexual, and quite possibly will always be. And yet, I don’t bat an eyelid when a partner tells me she’s bisexual – whether she’s ever acted on the same-sex part of that identification or not.
Bi-erasure is a serious problem – with the validity of bisexuality caught up in fetishisation and misunderstanding. As a teen I understood bisexuality to be equal attraction to male and female. As a man in his 30s I understand that bisexuality is a massive sliding scale between hetero and homosexuality, that is applies to those attracted to more than one sex or gender, and that this could encompass pretty much everyone including transgender and gender-fluid people.
All too often I see people disregard the orientation of my friends because their partner of that moment happens to be of the opposite sex. Even if all their relationships are heterosexual, that doesn’t negate the desires and potentials that do exist. It doesn’t make them any less bisexual.
For some, my more feminine, at times campy disposition meant that they saw me as gay (seemingly also for my aforesaid partners!). But I’ve never described myself as gay, and struggled to reconcile my basically-but-not-entirely-straightness with any other description. While I think there’s a great deal of acceptance for fluid sexuality among women (aided by the fantasy of much hetero-porn, which is aimed at hetero men mostly), we struggle with any ambiguity or fluidity of men – even the simple sight of a man kissing a man leads to the assumption that he’s gay, not that he may be interested in all manner of potential partners.
When I started mentally exploring my own potential same-sex attractions I found myself very distressed about the implications should I choose to then experiment, and how that would fundamentally change me, and how others would view me. I don’t get the impression that people feel the same way about female experimentation or expression.
I think the point at which I fully recognised my own fluidity was the night I locked eyes with someone across a room who I later came to know as a trans person. I didn’t know their gender, the genitals they were carrying, and it didn’t matter – only that there was an undeniable instantaneous attraction (mercifully mutual). I’d always said the possibility was there, and finally I could see it playing out in the real world.
I have known since I was a teenager that I am on the queer spectrum, but hate the assumptions and pressures that come with labels. I think this is why I was so happy to find a set of terminology that accepted that in myself the lines are somewhat blurred, without also pinning myself down to a particular batch of expectations that I might not have been happy to indulge in.
Sexuality is confusing. So much pressure is put on people to conform to narrow ideologies, that many loose sense of themselves. Just by not playing to ideas of ‘straight’ men, I got a fair bit of stick at school and later – and have spent so long questioning myself that I don’t think I’ll ever have an absolute answer, and nor do I want one. What’s more important is to find someone(s) that accepts me for who I am.
So this isn’t a great coming out declaration, its a quiet acknowledgement of the reality for me, and probably a great many others, that there’s a lot more to people than simple “straight” or “gay”.
Anyways, bi-friends, you are valid, you are loved.
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