Okay, so I must admit I was a little hesitant to write another post about my bisexuality; I’m just being honest here. After my first post went up, I was accused of slut shaming (I would never), being immature (quite possible), pushing the LGBT fight back to the stone ages (please don’t give me that much credit), being uninformed and ridiculous for wanting a party (who doesn’t want a party?!) and for talking about boobs way too much (I will not stop!). Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!
First of all, I never claimed to be the knower of all things bisexual. This article is my experience and my experience only. You do not have to read it. But I encourage you to do so, because I’ve learned a lot from your comments, good and bad, and you can, too. I think if something really bothers you about anything I’ve written, then we can learn from each other without paying tuition, so what’s the harm? I’ve learned that I agree with many of you who wrote to me and said I should be called “The Ambassador of Bisexuality.” I humbly accept. Not because I’m adorable, but because I will be completely honest about this all too important subject, even to an embarrassing degree.
I do think we have so much to talk about. And yes, I could sit here and tell you my frat stories about how a straight friend decided to drive all the way out to Palm Springs to The Dinah Shore Ladies Weekend to “hunt me down and hook up with me” after taking five tabs of ecstasy and explain what that looked like. She was extremely hot and was wearing a bikini top at the time and clung to my arm, causing me to at some point think that she should call me Escobar, but most of the night went like this: She ate an apple and bit my skin while I pretended to be asleep. Woooo! So exciting. I could go into all that fun silly stuff, but I think that there are so many more important things to talk about, especially here on HelloGiggles. So I’m going to save my frat stories for my book of short embarrassing bisexual frat stories by Escobar.
We have more important, more serious stuff to talk about. We have the opportunity to connect and share fears, feelings and help get each other through some confusing uncharted sexual personal issues or questions. (Like how many bisexuals does it take to screw in a light bulb? Answer: None. We don’t screw, we make love.)
I was really shocked with how many of you wrote to me asking questions and trusting me with some deep personal stories. Really. My first thought was, how did you get my email address? And, look as silly as I can be about this stuff sometimes, I do think there is a larger responsibility we all have to each other. God, I really resent that some of your comments made me grow up. Grrrrrrr. Boobs. Grrrrrr.
So, all joking about boobs and ecstasy aside, I’m going to start this off by answering the very first question that was asked of me from someone who was brave enough to share her question. I’m not going to disclose her name as her privacy was very important to her, so from now on we will just call her Curi #1.
Here’s what C1 wrote:
Thank you for your column, I really don’t have anyone in my family nor friends to ask these types of questions with because of how I know their beliefs are. I consider this a pretty deep, personal, private question, but do you think it’s normal / believable / justifiable to want to experience some kind of emotional and physical love from another women while say in college but eventually know that you want to marry a man one day to settle down with?
Dear C 1,
First of all thank you for sharing your personal thoughts with me, a total stranger. I think it’s just amazing how two people can connect like this and feel comfortable to do so, in front of hundreds of thousands of people. We are tremendous. We should throw ourselves a party.