A bisexual Latina who is a local business owner and a military vet with a deadpan sense of humor, now as normal on our screens as it already is in our lives.
A brand new gay bar in San Francisco, a lesbian Spice World in Toronto, lesbian meet-cutes, and of course Stephanie Tanner Bisexual.
“Honestly, it’s for younger me who really needed to know that you could be queer and loved by God at the same time.”
Since 2016, the bisexual bob has been taking the bisexual world by storm. But where did this alternative lifestyle haircut begin? And where, pray tell, is it going?
What impresses me most about The Bisexual isn’t that it skewers The Discourse, but that it ignores it completely in favor of having an actual conversation.
Bestselling author of The Incendiaries is out as bisexual, proud, and giving us big feelings about eyeshadow and representation.
The first time I googled “bisexual history,” one of the top hits was an article called “Are you worried your partner might have a bisexual history?”
This week, the Sun published a fascinating letter in their Dear Deidre advice column, in which a (presumably straight?) (presumably real???) married woman describes falling in love with another young mother at her child’s school and wonders if their tawdry extramarital affair is built to last.
Today we look at a panoply of questions, which, while the situations of their querents are specific and concrete, encompass three of the most common questions we hear in relation to bisexuality: Am I actually bisexual or not? Am I pansexual or something else within the bi+ spectrum? How the fuck do I let people know I’m not straight?
Spanning genre from fiction to essays to memoir, these books are vibrant, boundary-breaking, and as intriguing as they are affirming. I strongly recommend curling up with one of these in your favorite café to celebrate Bisexual Visiblility Day today and all this week — settle in for some miso soup (what Ruby, the heroine of Eating Chinese Food Naked, drinks as comfort food) with maybe some biryani and chai for the second course (from Corona, by Bushra Rehman) and read some of these literary works.
I found a different self slowly, learned to exist as if with many different goggles on at once. Always speaking from my mother’s kitchen in the Silicon Valley and, at the same time, my grandmother’s crowded living room in Punjab. In these years, I would feel the sharpness of many kinds of difference, marginalization. But when I looked down at myself for signs of why I felt so other, all I would find was the color of my hands.
“As a kid, a lack of role models made me believe people like me just didn’t grow up — or at the very least, didn’t grow up to be happy and open. But now I see that being bisexual actually allowed me to form my own version of what happiness and the future look like.”
“When her body shook I was filled with a fullness that almost made me cry. For me, in that moment, Dan wasn’t even in the room.”
“I’ve identified as a lesbian for three years now, and this identity makes me happy. But… I made out with one of my closest male friends whilst drunk, and then again whilst sober, and we’ve talked about it and decided to pursue a friends with benefits situation. So now I feel guilty, but I feel silly calling myself or thinking about “coming out again” as bi because it really is just this one guy; I’m not into “men,” I’m into women (and some NB people) and him, and that’s it. Am I betraying everyone?”
From the producers who brought you Carol and the studio that brought you Disobedience and the actor who brought you undisputed lesbian coming-of-age story Bend It Like Beckham comes a new film about the French writer/bisexual icon Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette.
“I’m attracted to men and also to women. If I bring a woman home, [or] a man, we don’t even have to have the discussion”
Sara Ramirez and Stephanie Beatriz want to be the sunshine in your lives, this administration remains a hellmouth, a roundup of the most rainbow places you can visit, and EVEN MORE LINKS FOR YOUR WEEK!
“The Greatest Thing is a time capsule of these friendships that were deeply meaningful despite being fleeting. I want to honor the process of learning, growing, and surviving that I learned in that year. Rome wasn’t built in a day, depression can’t be cured with a pill, and personal fulfillment is a lifelong journey.”
“Being a queer black woman in America,” Monáe tells Brittany Spanos, her interviewer, “someone who has been in relationships with both men and women — I consider myself to be a free-ass motherfucker.’”
“How does one successfully navigate such a dramatic shift in a long-held and cherished identity?! Is it possible to have relationships with men devoid of internalized homophobia, misogyny, etc? Is it worthwhile to tell this person how I feel — could I possibly expect anyone to navigate all this baggage with me?”