Sexual labels 2: Bisexuality
I don't really want to open up a can of worms, but I'm going to. It seems as though the topic of bisexuality always does. For gay people and straight people alike. There's a popular sentiment that's so widespread it's made its way into the world of entertainment TV. A specfic example is found in the lyrics of one of the songs of Friends' adorably dippy Phoebe. Check out this clip:
Or, for those of you who can't/won't go there:
"Sometimes men love women,
Sometimes men love men;
And then there are bisexuals,
But some just say they're kidding themselves."
Yeah. Funny. Haha. As a root canal for some of us.
Here's what irritates some of us about that sentiment: (And, no, it's not "hits a little too close to home; right, buddy?")
It's insulting. The owner of that sentiment, when he directs it at me, presumes to know better than I do how my body responds, how my brain and emotions are configured.
Granted...for some men, declaring yourself "bisexual" is a safe first stepping-stone on the way to coming out as a gay man. It's as if they can't fully admit even to themselves the full truth. I think that probably the most vehement "bisexual-deniers" out there come from this group of men, who assume that, because it was true for them, it's true for every man who labels himself "bisexual."
But this isn't the experience of all of us who call ourselves "bisexual."
And you know, you can posture all you want about labels...but dicks don't lie. If, when you look at beautiful women, you get hard...if you jerk off thinking about them...if you have erotic dreams about them...if you have had sex with them and enjoyed it intensely...it seems to me that by definition it's not accurate to call yourself "gay."
Likewise, if, when you look at beautiful men, you get hard...if you jerk off thinking about them...if you have erotic dreams about them...if you have had sex with them and enjoyed it intensely...it seems to me that by definition it's not accurate to call yourself "straight."
I have had both of these sets of experiences. So tell me that, as Phoebe says, I'm just "kidding myself." About what am I just kidding myself?
Another misconception--one that comes from people who are willing to concede that there are, in fact, bisexuals--is that for bi people, male and female are interchangeable, and that in the search for a life-partner, it makes it so much easier to be bisexual, because you can be fulfilled by making a life with either one. I can't speak for all bisexuals, but that hasn't been the case for me. And here's why.
There's a difference in the...I don't know, the nature of my sexual responsiveness to each gender.
In women, what I desire is the soft, sensuous curves, the wickedly seductive softness of the female form, inviting you in. It's the difference, the mystery, the yin-yang of the whole thing that makes it so compelling. To be explicit, and, I suppose, somewhat crass, when my penis is sunk deep into a woman, there's this incredible merger of hard and soft that is absolutely sui generis. Equally compelling is the slight mismatch in the tempo and the contours of male and female desire. Learning to make love to a woman is an art that opens up the most intuitive aspects of me. You have to come to know the enticing differences in a woman's body and in her desires to fully and successfully make love to her. That's amazing to me, and utterly compelling. There is no experience of sex with a man that is in any way comparable, in my opinion.
In men, what compels me is the toughness, the strength, wrapped up in a beautiful package. The rhythm of desire is no mystery; it is as familiar as my own libidinous interior. In my experience there's a no-bullshit quality to men coming together. And lovemaking is, in one way, actually more violent--although that's not quite the right word--because there's muscle involved, contending with muscle. And the tender element of making love to a man...it blows me away. The concatenation of tough and tender is an incredible turn-on to me. And with men, to run your hands over the hard contours, to feel the power thrumming under your fingers...juxtaposed with the incredible softness of the skin covering backs, faces, lips, asses...to look into the eyes of this strong, wild being and to realize that he's given himself over to you...that is nothing like what I experience when making love to a woman.
How could this possibly be an either/or? How could it be a matter of indifference which gender I partner up with for life? For me, the difficult part of being bisexual has been that in choosing one, I am denying myself the other. And the choice, regardless of which way it falls, is for me unbearable. And in this paint-by-the-numbers culture, resolving that in a way that meets society's approval is difficult; very difficult indeed.
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