Looking back now, I have never actually been confused about my sexuality. I have fundamentally always known gender/sex doesn’t really matter in terms of what/who I find attractive. Stereotypes, cultural expectations in ‘straight’ and ‘gay’ communities, other people’s reactions, being patronised or openly condemned and told I was wrong made me feel it wasn’t correct, wasn’t possible, to be like that. I couldn’t really feel like that and I ought to settle. Deep down somewhere there must be one or the other, gay or straight. Natural fluctuations in desire just made things feel more complicated. Sometimes I can go for a couple of weeks without seeing a woman I like the look of, and my ability to spend hours browsing the jlaw tag on tumblr wanes. Then Felicia Day gets a haircut and BAM, it’s all ladies all the time. It doesn’t mean I was suddenly straight for those couple of weeks. It doesn’t mean I turned gay. But that’s what I used to think, back when I was hyper-conscious of BUT WHICH TEAM AM I ON?
EffiePerine, "Someone Else's Closet"
bringing back this post about bisexuality















