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May. 18th, 2003 07:08 pmBecause I'd get run out of town (among other places) for posting this where I'd want to ... I'm just going to post it here.
Disclaimer: I'm not here to defend sexuality - or demonize it, either. Don't take this as The Gospel According to Carly, because it's definitely not. This is just me sharing a possibly half-cocked theory that could get me drawn and quartered in
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bi_people faster than you can say "get a fucking grip, people!"
With that, here goes nothing...
I've come to this not-so-definitive conclusion. As bisexuals, you get people that either want to be with you because you're more inclined to do another girl - or afraid to be with you because of the same reason.
Well, I think of bisexuality as having its own breakdowns.
There are the "fuck anything that moves" bisexuals that have queers and straights alike absolutely squicked out about the rest of us - afraid that we'd leave them for the same/opposite sex the instant we get bored. {Think Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show}
There are people that consider themselves bisexual, even though experiences may be limited to that experimentation in high school/university/summer camp. Fine and dandy. Just don't take offense when others call you "bi-curious".
Of course, there are some people that have had same-sex experiences, and consider themselves to be bisexual, even though they are involved with the same or opposite sex exclusively. Not a problem - there are some gals that go for "the faggot that fucks your girlfriend".
Finally, there's me. Someone that has periods of serial monogamy with the same sex, then the opposite sex ... vacillating back and forth according to whatever my heart and mind lead me towards. Settle down? Probably not. But I'm not one to fuck everybody, either. And no, I don't wake up in the morning consciously deciding that I'll sleep with one gender over another. Despite my seeming cynicism towards love, I admit that whom I fall in love with isn't always a conscious decision made on my part.
Now that I've rambled too much ... like I said, this could get me run out of town - for having the nerve to express an opinion that's not politically correct. Not romantically correct. An opinion that is my own.
Disclaimer: I'm not here to defend sexuality - or demonize it, either. Don't take this as The Gospel According to Carly, because it's definitely not. This is just me sharing a possibly half-cocked theory that could get me drawn and quartered in
With that, here goes nothing...
I've come to this not-so-definitive conclusion. As bisexuals, you get people that either want to be with you because you're more inclined to do another girl - or afraid to be with you because of the same reason.
Well, I think of bisexuality as having its own breakdowns.
There are the "fuck anything that moves" bisexuals that have queers and straights alike absolutely squicked out about the rest of us - afraid that we'd leave them for the same/opposite sex the instant we get bored. {Think Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show}
There are people that consider themselves bisexual, even though experiences may be limited to that experimentation in high school/university/summer camp. Fine and dandy. Just don't take offense when others call you "bi-curious".
Of course, there are some people that have had same-sex experiences, and consider themselves to be bisexual, even though they are involved with the same or opposite sex exclusively. Not a problem - there are some gals that go for "the faggot that fucks your girlfriend".
Finally, there's me. Someone that has periods of serial monogamy with the same sex, then the opposite sex ... vacillating back and forth according to whatever my heart and mind lead me towards. Settle down? Probably not. But I'm not one to fuck everybody, either. And no, I don't wake up in the morning consciously deciding that I'll sleep with one gender over another. Despite my seeming cynicism towards love, I admit that whom I fall in love with isn't always a conscious decision made on my part.
Now that I've rambled too much ... like I said, this could get me run out of town - for having the nerve to express an opinion that's not politically correct. Not romantically correct. An opinion that is my own.
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Date: 2003-05-18 05:55 pm (UTC)