Published: 2018-07-19T00:00:00.000+01:00
Edited: 2025-02-24T00:00:00.000+00:00
Status: 🌲evergreen

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love my bisexuality

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The most common coming out narrative is the one where someone has always known and has to find the courage to tell everyone.

That's not how it went for me.

Coming out, and indeed the whole process of realising my bisexuality was a gradual process that happened over many years. And a lot of it was looking back over my life and realising yes that's a thing and yes it counts.

That whole process was pretty good preparation for living my life as a queer person to be honest. Because the longer I live as authentically myself, the more I realise that coming out isn't just a one tome event, it's something that happens over and over again.

So, in honour of that process, and because other young bisexuals might see more of themselves in my story than in the dominant narrative, here is how I came to realise my bisexuality.

My first crush

I had my first crush on a girl when I was still in Primary School. Only, I didn't really know that at the time.

I was young enough that anything to do with boys or kissing still counted as "icky." Which was weird because I'd already had a couple of boyfriends in that "we're going out now and we might hold hands but nothing else" sort of way young kids do.

So I knew that boys were a thing. But I didn't know that girls could be too.

I don't remember much about my first crush on a girl because it was longer ago than I care to admit.

What I do remember is thinking she was pretty. And I remember her making my stomach feel funny even though I wasn't really old enough to understand what that was or what it meant.

I never said anything to her, because of course girls fancying girls is Wrong and just doesn't happen. I ended up hating her, and I'll always wonder if that was anything to do with what she was really like or whether that was my way of dealing with feelings I didn't want to understand.

My first kisses

As a teenager I kissed a lot of girls. I've lost count of how many to be honest.

I kissed most of my friends as a teen, even though I wasn't going out with them, because when you're fourteen and at a party that's the sort of thing you do.

Getting the girls to kiss each other was a great game.

It felt daring. Taboo.

And of course the boys enjoyed watching, so we did it as much for performance as anything else.

(Funny how the boys were always willing to watch the girls kiss but were never willing to kiss each other).

I always preferred kissing the girls to the boys. It was softer, and they were generally better at it. I couldn't let on how much I enjoyed it though. But I was always willing to.

I remember my first kiss with someone who had a tongue piercing. That was fun. It was at the beach. And it was with a girl.

I don't remember most of my first kisses with boys.

First love

I kept kissing girls even when I had a boyfriend.

Because he was okay with it. Because everyone knows that girls kissing girls "doesn't count".

My heart didn't know that though. I think I fell in love with a girl while I had a boyfriend.

Here I was supposed to be feeling squishy things about a dude and it was on of my friends that got my heart all aflutter.

She was always willing to kiss, and she was good at it. She made me feel special.

Even the time she threw up after spending the evening making out with me. It was oddly endearing and I jumped to take care of her, which was how I knew it was love.

Compulsory heterosexuality is a hell of a drug

Despite all that I still laboured under the illusion I was straight.

Because I fancied boys, which is what girls are "supposed" to do.

Any attraction I felt for women wasn't valid. It didn't count. I wasn't cheating if I kissed a girl (that was explicitly stated by my boyfriend) because only kisses with boys were "real".

It's no wonder it took me so long to realise my bisexuality when I had so many messages coming in from all sides that my attraction to women wasn't real.

When the word "bisexual" is hardly ever used in media, instead couched in metaphor and talk about not choosing labels.

When it was never made completely clear to me that not only is being attracted to multiple genders is a thing but that it's completely okay as well.

I knew for sure that I fancied boys, so I wasn't gay. Which made me straight by elimination, right?

For the longest tome I didn't know I had any other choice.

I stopped telling people I was straight about seven or eight years ago.

I finally realised that my attraction to women was substantial enough that the word didn't really apply to me any more. If it ever had.

But I didn't really feel not-straight either.

I still fancied men. I fell in love with men. Whatever I felt for women still wasn't real. It didn't count.

That's the message I'd gotten my entire life it was a hard thing to shake off.

Getting used to the label

I started identifying as bisexual about three years ago.

I'd been doing a lot of work on coming to terms with myself, growing into me, undoing the damage that mandatory schooling wreaks on most kids. And if I was sorting out my self-image issues and my self-esteem issues I might as well come to terms with my sexuality as well.

And when I sat and thought about it, when I treated the feelings I'd had for women as valid too, I realised something important; I have been attracted to men and women for most of my life. And I realised there was a word to describe that and that it's okay to use it.

I am bisexual.

A lot of my friends weren't surprised to be honest. Most of them had worked it out long before I had. They knew me better than I knew myself.

And they were supportive when I started using the correct terms to describe myself, which meant the world because bisexuality is so often erased, both by straight people and the LGBT+ community.

We're seen as greedy, as slutty, as cheaters who are inherently untrustworthy.

We're told it's just a phase, that we're confused and we'll decide which gender we're really attracted to at some point.

We're defined by who our current partner is instead of who we're attracted to.

We're erased by both communities, each of them trying to lump us in with the other.

When bisexual characters are on TV or in movies they're not called bisexuals, they're "people who don't like labels."

Things are starting to get better, but not much. And I internalised these messages for a long long time.

Living as bisexual

Coming to terms with what it means to be queer, and bisexual in particular, has almost been harder than actually admitting to myself that I am bisexual.

I sometimes forget that, because of who I am attracted to, technically I am part of a minority.

I sometimes forget I am bisexual; somehow in my brain, being attracted to men and women and Being Bisexual are two different things and sometimes it's hard to reconcile the two.

It's also been hard reconciling my identity with other parts of my life.

There are places where I've felt that I can be myself, unrepentantly, and places where I feel like I have to hide myself. Because people didn't know this thing about me, because I wasn't sure how they'd react.

I'm pretty much out everywhere now but it's still tiring.

Listening to people be openly homophobic because they think you're like them and you're not.

Feeling like you're essentially two people depending on where you are and who you're with.

It's exhausting. I haven't been doing it that long and I'm tired.

People who work out who they are much younger, who have to hide so much longer; I have no idea how you do it but you are strong and you are brave and I am so proud of you.

The final word

I decided a long time ago that I'm not going to hide who I any more, keep bits of me under wraps like it's a shameful secret, because it's not.

I am not ashamed of who I am, and no one has the right to make me feel ashamed. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

And if they people who claim to love me think there is something shameful about who I am then they don't love me half as much as they claim to.

I have been through hell and back because of my bisexuality, but my bisexuality has never been the cause. It just is, and everything else is due to other people.

Traditionally stories have beginnings, conflict, endings but there is no ending to this story.

This isn't fiction, it's my life, and it's going to carry on, despite everything. I've not gotten to the ending yet.

I am on a continual journey of becoming myself, of learning what that really means. I don't know who I'll be in five, ten year's time, but I'm looking forward to finding out.

Maybe I'll have made giant leaps forward, maybe the steps will only be small. I might be fighting to recover from a few steps back. It doesn't matter.

As long as I keep on trying to be myself, the best person I can be, the only person I can be. That's what's important.

I am bisexual, and it matters.

Originally published at medium.com