One time I had a full blown panic attack about attending a queer event and potentially alienating my crush, who was part of a friend group of mostly queer femmes, with my corrupting presence as a woman-passing bisexual. I skipped the event out of anxiety, only to find out later to find out that
a) everyone in the queer femme friend group was bisexual
b) the queer event was was hosted by a woman-passing nonbinary bisexual person in a relationship with a man.
A real flock of wolves moment, that feels like a metaphor for the relationship of bisexuals to queerness writ large.
One time I had a full blown panic attack about attending a queer event and potentially alienating my crush, who was part of a friend group of mostly queer femmes, with my corrupting presence as a woman-passing bisexual. I skipped the event out of anxiety, only to find out later to find out that
a) everyone in the queer femme friend group was bisexual
b) the queer event was was hosted by a woman-passing nonbinary bisexual person in a relationship with a man.
A real flock of wolves moment, that feels like a metaphor for the relationship of bisexuals to queerness writ large.