…ces. Isn’t it easier to just pretend to be straight until you find a n…ces. Isn’t it easier to just pretend to be straight until you find a nice, hetero partner you like? Personally, I spent a long time telling myself that I would never need to come out, because I would choose to only date men, eventually marry one, and live happily ever after. Bisexual, who?!
i…d, but I was the one with insurance, the one with the primary responsibility for keeping us afloat. (We had recently had our third kid, just to make things interesting.) I’d actually come to like that responsibility. I had it under control. But now? Maybe not.
In an age dominated with the social aspirations of self-sufficiency as an attractive quality vis-à-vis relationships and polyamory as an attractive needs-based arrangement, it’s a detrimental faux pas for a person to admit their absorption with love outright. It’s needy. It’s repulsive. It’s disgusting, because the decided suspicion is that when someone concerns themselves with such overwhelming sentiments, they do so because they want it from anyone. Because anyone will do, and anyone includes you.