Gossip scribes are abuzz in the United States these days with “news,” such as it is, that the country could have “a lesbian president” some day, after a couple of people said a certain individual married to a former president is a bisexual.
No, I’m not trying to be extra careful here by not naming the individuals involved. The gossip is actually not what this post is about. But the gossip does illustrate that some people don’t know the difference between what it means to be a lesbian and what it means to be bisexual. And it also points to the almost discriminatory alarm people express when someone is found to be — shudders — bisexual.
Such nonsense . . . I bet America has had bisexual presidents before. I bet Canada has had bisexual prime ministers before, and I bet Quebec has had bisexual premiers before, and so on and so on and so on . . . And I bet most people couldn’t care less.
Bisexuality is probably more prevalent than is commonly thought. I suspect most people have the inherent capacity to be bisexual, given the right circumstances. But the words “bisexual” and “swinger” are not synonymous. Many, if not most, bisexuals are monogamous.
So on Monday, when we celebrate Bisexuality Day around the world, we won’t be attending swinger parties — but, to digress for a moment, shouldn’t there by a Swingers Day, too?
Nope, most of us bisexual people will just go about our normal business, feeling secure, as always, about our sexuality — and, perhaps, feeling somewhat smug with our knowledge that love transcends gender, that it is about inner connections of innately sexless consciousness-centres.
Yes, I am a bisexual person, and I have been loved deeply by — and have loved — men and women. I count my blessings . . .
Love is a many-splendored thing, indeed.
Bisexual and proud!