(A lot of my thoughts tie in to Shiri Eisner’s Bi: Notes for a Bisexual Revolution, which if you haven’t read, on today of all days, run to get your copy. Seriously.)
Being bisexual teaches me about power.
It shows me that I have the power to engage with heterosexist, patriarchal systems on my own terms, to turn my back on them until they do better.
Being bisexual gives me choice.
Bisexuality teaches me about margins and the thriving communities that exist within them. It shows me the in-between spaces, the places to revel in, and to know there is power in them as well.
Bisexuality teaches me that being greedy, confused, indecisive, slutty, and promiscuous is okay, that there is validity to fitting into those slots, and that that instability paves the way for change.
Monosexism tells me I am caught between two worlds. Bisexuality teaches me to build my own.
Being bi shows me that sex and relationships are not the only ways to perform your identity.
Monosexuals tells me that my identity hinges on passing privilege. Bisexuality teaches me that there’s little privilege in the forcible erasure of who I am, in the dissecting of my identity and the discarding of parts of it.
The bi community teaches me to think deeper about gender and presentation and how the two intersect, how to examine my own attractions and desires. It teaches me that my sexuality is not the overlap between heterosexuality and homosexuality, but a creature all its own. It shows me that us bisexuals deserve a community and a voice of our own.
You are not obligated to be visible to anyone. You are not obligated to be out to anyone. You are not obligated to perform your bisexuality in any way that doesn’t suit you.
But know that there is power in bisexuality.