There is an exercise that virtually every bisexual has engaged in at one point in time, this declaration that insists that while, yes, we are in fact bisexual, we are not like those other bisexuals. You know the ones I mean, the ones we all, at one point or another, attempt to disavow: the white girls we’re convinced are just claiming bisexuality to attract men, or maybe get some extra diversity cred at work. The unicorn hunters, the painfully cringey swingers whose bisexuality is not even just about sex, but specifically about party sex, group sex, sex in a way that is intended for other people’s enjoyment and consumption. I am not like
This really hit home for me! I've struggled with the same things for a long time. Maybe one day I'll come to peace with them.