#fyeahbisexuals

If you are a bisexual man 18 years or older, you are eligible to participate in our research study on genes, personality and sexuality.

What is this study like?

Online study (takes 15-25 min) with questions on your personality and sexual behavior

You receive a 23andMe DNA test kit

You provide a saliva sample for your personal genetic analysis

You receive results of your genetic analysis and an online account (http://www.23andme.com) for exploring your genetic ancestry and lots more.

All information will be kept strictly confidential and will be available only to study personnel.

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Submission from tumblr user kikiskitten

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Facts About my Bisexuality

-Being bisexual doesn't make me greedy.

-Bisexual =/= Polyamorous. Monosexual =/= Monogamous

-No, I'm not interested in a threesome.

-No, I did not "pick a side," I picked a person.

-My bisexuality doesn't make me a slut.

-My bisexuality is not a phase or "experimentation."

-My bisexuality is not meant to please the straight male gaze.

-I'm not confused. I'm 100% sure I'm bisexual.

-I'm attracted in different but equal ways to people of all genders.

- I often feel marginalized by both mainstream AND queer culture.

-Growing up, my sexuality was rarely represented in the media.

-Despite my leftist friends and family, I denied my sexuality.

-I still have difficulty finding myself in the media.

-I don't have "passing privilege." My sexuality is seen as deviant.

-I am not simply "alternative" or "non-conforming."

-I am happy to be a monogamous, geeky, artistic bisexual.

If You’re Going to San Francisco…. My husband and I care for my parents' fluffy white dog Billy while my parents take a river cruise. Hew paints cross-legged on the floor, tries to keep Billy from rolling around in acrylics, going home a rainbow dog. When we walk Billy, he tries to hump all the other fluffy little dogs he meets, regardless of their sex. We break it to my father that his dog is bi. Dad claims that at home in Santa Barbara, Billy only tries to hump girl dogs. Billy’s groomer there knows better, confirms Billy has a big crush on a male champion bichon frise. “Your screwed up hormones confuse my dog,” Dad says to us. “Why else is he only bi in San Francisco?” 

When I was 16 I started a relationship that became emotionally abuse shortly after it began. It started when he confronted me after seeing that I listed being interested in men AND women on Facebook (Facebook enforces the gender binary for some bizarre reason). He told me he wasn’t comfortable dating a girl who could date women in the future. I thought it was a minor issue, but it soon became apparent that he was obsessed with the thought and tied it in with his clinical depression. He often told me I hurt him by saying I was bisexual. He said it tore him apart. As the months went on he began to tell me he couldn’t live without me. That was so terrifying…he told me he’d kill himself if I left him. I should have gone right then. But I thought I needed him, so I stayed. We argued about my sexuality more. He told his therapist, who told him I was going through a phase. He immediately started holding this over my head. He would tell me there are some things I don’t know about myself, but this therapist (who never met me and only knew about me what he had told him) knew. He told me I “didn’t know what feminism was” and he would cry any time I contradicted him. He remained completely negative and angry to the point where my (previously controlled) depression and anorexia worsened. I was my lowest weight ever in late 2012. We fed into each other’s depression. In October I broke up with him, and he told me he was going to kill himself. I ended up calling the police and frantically tried to remember his address so they could stop him. He told me it was my fault. He was in the hospital for a week. We continued dating until March…It culminated in him screaming at me that I didn’t know what I was talking about all the time, that I just wanted to be the champion of every cause, face scrunched up, crying his eyes out. That was terrifying. After we fought once he told me to come over to his house. I got there and realized his parents weren’t there. He took me upstairs and we sat there in near silence. He talked about serial killers he liked. I’m not kidding. I thought I was going to die. I had my hand on my phone the whole time, until he said he was only pretending to be upset so he could manipulate me into apologizing. I then began talking to my therapist about it. We began to work on my self-esteem. I read some good books, I had some amazing friends…I broke up with him again. He said he attempted again, he showed me tiny cuts all over his fingers (perhaps he did cut elsewhere, I’ll never know). I told him I couldn’t help him, and that he couldn’t help me anymore. And then I had the best couple months of my life. I ate more, I smiled more, I laughed more, I started a healthy relationship with someone who respected me (we ultimately had to part, but it was a really nice time). Don’t let yourself be trapped like I did. Try your hardest to practice self-love.

Hey lovely followers, we would love to hear more from you! If you ID as bi, we encourage you to submit a post! It can be a photo of you and an introduction, a story about coming out, or just a post to vent. Anything bi-related is welcome.