the b stands for
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pathopharmacology:
This has been sitting in my drafts for ages. No one thing prompted me to post it at this particular point in time. I’ve just seen some particularly disheartening Discourse crossing my dash of late, and…yeah.
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I know they mean well. This is what I tell myself, over and over again, as I read the message in my ask box and desperately try to figure out if or how to respond.
They mean well.
“My gf and I definitely think you’re one of the cool straights!”
Every time I read that message, the knot in my chest grows colder. Harder. Tighter. It hurts to breathe around it. One of the cool straights.
On my “about” page, I mention that I’m bi. It is, in fact, the second piece of major information I volunteer about myself after “resident old fogey”: “bisexual lady person married to a dude.” Sometimes, I acknowledge it in the posts I reblog (“are you a space bisexual or a deep sea bisexual?“); sometimes, I go on tag rants. Maybe I’m not particularly loud about it, but I’m not usually loud about things that don’t directly concern fandom. Just because I’m not loud doesn’t mean it’s not important.
You married a man, says a little voice in the back of my head. What the hell did you expect people to think?
I close out the message without responding. I tell myself, they mean well.
*
My first and only girlfriend hated that I was bisexual.
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This is me down to the Cool Boyfriend who doesn’t understand why it matters. Only I was lucky enough that my gold star girlfriend wasn’t abusive. she just sighed wistfully a lot and told me and everyone else that I was going to go and leave her for a man. I’d never experienced attraction to a man, mind you. But no, she just knew, that really, in my heart of hearts, I was “straight”. How did she know this? I was desperately curious. Because I didn’t know if I’d ever love a man! But she knew.
pathopharmacology:
This has been sitting in my drafts for ages. No one thing prompted me to post it at this particular point in time. I’ve just seen some particularly disheartening Discourse crossing my dash of late, and…yeah.
–
I know they mean well. This is what I tell myself, over and over again, as I read the message in my ask box and desperately try to figure out if or how to respond.
They mean well.
“My gf and I definitely think you’re one of the cool straights!”
Every time I read that message, the knot in my chest grows colder. Harder. Tighter. It hurts to breathe around it. One of the cool straights.
On my “about” page, I mention that I’m bi. It is, in fact, the second piece of major information I volunteer about myself after “resident old fogey”: “bisexual lady person married to a dude.” Sometimes, I acknowledge it in the posts I reblog (“are you a space bisexual or a deep sea bisexual?“); sometimes, I go on tag rants. Maybe I’m not particularly loud about it, but I’m not usually loud about things that don’t directly concern fandom. Just because I’m not loud doesn’t mean it’s not important.
You married a man, says a little voice in the back of my head. What the hell did you expect people to think?
I close out the message without responding. I tell myself, they mean well.
*
My first and only girlfriend hated that I was bisexual.
Keep reading
This is me down to the Cool Boyfriend who doesn’t understand why it matters. Only I was lucky enough that my gold star girlfriend wasn’t abusive. she just sighed wistfully a lot and told me and everyone else that I was going to go and leave her for a man. I’d never experienced attraction to a man, mind you. But no, she just knew, that really, in my heart of hearts, I was “straight”. How did she know this? I was desperately curious. Because I didn’t know if I’d ever love a man! But she knew.
