Saturday was the first time I went to a bisexual event. It felt like coming home.
“Bi” is a tricky appellation. A lot of folks prefer pan- or polysexual or just plain queer. But queer studies wasn’t as advanced when I was looking for words to explain my feelings and “bi” seemed suitable. It still does. I’m a geek so Just like the universe is organized by physical laws, I see nature as being governed by biological laws that put all but the most primitive organisms into bins marked “male” and “female”. That’s how I make sense of it, anyway.
The event, organized by amBI LA brought together all kinds of bisexual people and supporters. I met some of the organizers. I met a geekgirl. I danced to a country tune with a pretty lady and made friends with a couple that live in my small town. I also learned about Bisexual.org which is dedicated to visibility and education.
This has been something I’ve been thinking more about for awhile now. How to be more visible, holding myself up as a sane, approachable type of person who might be able to befriend or help other bi people while respecting the feelings of my straight husband and fairly conservative community. I have a gay friend who’s educated and smart, yet he believes bisexual men don’t exist. Last year was the first time I really came out at work. Someone quite naturally asked “so how does that work with you and your husband?”
Life, it seems, is a process of coming out. Just when you think you know yourself, just when you think you’ve been as honest as can be, life hands you a baton and says here, run with this, we need you in the race.
Featured image: The Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health