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'Scuse me while I bite the hand that feeds me, so to speak.
No, this isn't about insurance. It's about sexuality.
National Coming Out Day is coming up on Friday. (Yes, just another red-letter day on Big Gay Al's Calendar ... you know, the one we get for coming out as bisexual. If you come out as full-on queer, you get that toaster oven ... hehe) And I won't be coming out to anyone. The people that really have any reason to know (or care) about who I share my bed with already know. My co-workers and family have no business knowing how I conduct my sex life, and therefore, don't know.
There are people in the bisexual lj community that would probably light into me and say that I'm not being true to myself. That I'm living a lie to the people I care most about. So what. You know something? I'd prefer to not lose my job or my family because of who I'm dating/loving/fucking/whatever. You can be more cavalier - more power to you. Just don't give me (or anyone else) shit because we prefer to keep some aspects of our private lives private.
I don't care that someone's into lycanthropy, has a medical fetish, or wants to fatten up someone because they fetishize fat-bottomed girls to that extreme. It only matters if we're going to be in a physical relationship. Then, it might help to know that you want to be a werewolf ... or want me to be one. That you want to get into kinky play with medical instruments. Or that you want to fatten me up even more than I alredy am.
Live and let live, they say. And I agree. So don't slag on those of us that don't feel like coming out to the Universe. Good things come in due time. And sometimes, this lifetime may not be the right time.
Besides, if you've been reading this for any amount of time, you know about me. So, why bother coming out when you probably figured as much about me anyways?
No, this isn't about insurance. It's about sexuality.
National Coming Out Day is coming up on Friday. (Yes, just another red-letter day on Big Gay Al's Calendar ... you know, the one we get for coming out as bisexual. If you come out as full-on queer, you get that toaster oven ... hehe) And I won't be coming out to anyone. The people that really have any reason to know (or care) about who I share my bed with already know. My co-workers and family have no business knowing how I conduct my sex life, and therefore, don't know.
There are people in the bisexual lj community that would probably light into me and say that I'm not being true to myself. That I'm living a lie to the people I care most about. So what. You know something? I'd prefer to not lose my job or my family because of who I'm dating/loving/fucking/whatever. You can be more cavalier - more power to you. Just don't give me (or anyone else) shit because we prefer to keep some aspects of our private lives private.
I don't care that someone's into lycanthropy, has a medical fetish, or wants to fatten up someone because they fetishize fat-bottomed girls to that extreme. It only matters if we're going to be in a physical relationship. Then, it might help to know that you want to be a werewolf ... or want me to be one. That you want to get into kinky play with medical instruments. Or that you want to fatten me up even more than I alredy am.
Live and let live, they say. And I agree. So don't slag on those of us that don't feel like coming out to the Universe. Good things come in due time. And sometimes, this lifetime may not be the right time.
Besides, if you've been reading this for any amount of time, you know about me. So, why bother coming out when you probably figured as much about me anyways?
