aha wow bro,, we’re both single and gay,,,,,,, and we keep flirting,,,, if only we uhhh. asked each other out

happy new years! my resolution is to get a hot punk boyfriend

I used to be afraid of the word bisexual.

I used to let the potential judgement of others dictate my confidence and self-worth. It was mostly the prefix because I didn’t understand what it meant at the time. It felt like a reminder of the fetishization of bisexuality and it put a dirty taste in my mouth. I figured it was better off to stay out of conversations about bisexuality in some communities and to just say bi in others. Bi is fine, but better off for who? I’m not doing it for my own convenience. I’m doing it because I am afraid of others, and that small bit of power that they held over me pissed me off.

I began saying bisexual and bisexuality more often than bi, then I tried to find more reasons to say it. Now, seeing people say bisexual fills me with pride and joy. It is a pride in overcoming a fear and becoming stronger than hatred. It is a joy that I feel the need to pass on. I hope every bisexual person can feel this way about their bisexuality some day, regardless of how similar or different their journey is from mine.

Our bisexuality is an integral part of us that is deserving of our acknowledgment and respect. All of our attractions—same and other gender attractions—are valid and important. They make us who we are.

Your bisexuality is beautiful. Your bisexuality is true. Your bisexuality is wholesome or sensual or sexy or all or none of these. Your bisexuality is yours. Your bisexuality is enough.

Your attraction to all genders does not negate your love for your partner

Your love for your partner does not negate your attraction to all genders

Uncomfortably Bisexual

In my experience, the best way to confront biphobia, including internalized biphobia, is by being as loudly bisexual as possible. I don’t think enough bisexuals realize how much pride affects how others treat us. The word “pride” is used a lot in LGBT vocabulary, but do we truly understand what it means to have pride?

Even just the word “bisexual” puts a dirty taste in some mouths. But only at first. You see, unfamiliarity is often the root of disgust, which is often the root of hatred.

I used to avoid using “bisexual” in favor of “bi” because something about it made me cringe. Saying it in public made me self-conscious of what others thought. I would anxiously shrink myself and say the word quietly to draw the least attention. I was thinking too much into it giving the biphobes what they wanted: fear. I shouldn’t have to falter at all about saying a word. More than a word, in fact.

An identity. A statement. A weapon.

For every biphobic comment I hear—regardless of from or to whom—I say the word to their face at least twice. I say it loudly. I articulate. I make sure that they hear it and that they get used to hearing it. I say it obnoxiously and uncomfortably often, because that’s the only way to make the word normal and comforting. Eventually, the word does not bring out such strong reactions or feelings from biphobes, or myself.

Let Me Join You, Fellow Bisexual {Poem}

Let me join you, for there is no comfort in walking alone.

Far behind is an alley made of stolen stones.

We built this path of our own and refused to pick a side,

But ridicule follows and strips us of our pride.

We are not gay or straight enough for either community.

The home we had has become an oppression pageantry.

Let me join you, for there is no support in fighting alone.

We weep and scream for the sooth to be known.

Call it panphobia but I am not afraid of all things,

Nor of their deception, though it may sting.

For the sake of the activists who paved this road,

We must march on and demand truth be told.

Let me join you, for there is no pressure in resisting alone.

Only in unity is this community able to grow.

Those at Stonewall did not submit to the police,

So we will not yield in the name of silencing peace.

Nor will we make war with those of us led astray,

For this road has too many bricks to all be carried away.

Let me join you, for there is no comfort in walking alone.

These well-traveled bricks will found a home,

So we never need be on our own.

— Riley Idalia Lord

hello black (and poc) mlm and nblm. just here to let you know you all are valid and loved in this neighborhood and are looking very handsome today. love u all. mwah

imagine teaching a boy how to draw so eventually you could draw a portrait of each other by a fireplace while it is pouring rain outside

SFW

I know we live in different states but I really wanna wrap him in blankets and tuck pillows around him so that he’s comfortable, watching his favorite shows and kissing his face. Play with his hair and scratching his back, rubbing his neck and shoulders, just listening to the background noise and his breathing.

Yea…ANYWAY I’m not telling him that, like I COULD but then it’s gonna be a spiral of “oh AND” so no :). I also really wanna basically crush hug him and tell him that I’m proud of him but we’re KEEPING THAT TO OURSELVES BESTIE!

SFW

The mandatory rule is that I literally need to sit on his chest, hold his head, and squish his cheeks as I kiss his face. It’s literally the law, if that DOESN’T happen I will literally die and be sent to gay jail.

SFW

I have so many beautiful pictures of him and I love him so much. I wanna write him love letters and poems and songs, I wanna paint him art, I wanna do so much and he’s so gorgeous. He’s so pretty and he’s so cute and nice, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I WANNA SCREAM!!!

every time i hear grow as we go i cry because im in love with my partner

not sure if i like brokeback mountain because it’s gay or because jake gyllenhaal is in it and I’M gay

Uffff…