A look into the experiences of bisexual women who happened to fall in love with men. I've only ever been with my boyfriend and one woman, so it was a big deal when I wrote down that I was bisexual on that form. At least for me; it was the first time I had identified myself in that way. A year or so later, when I got pregnant, we went back in to the doctor to confirm and after we had heard our baby's heartbeat for the first time, seen that it was a real being, that our lives were about to change, the nurse comes in to do my examination my boyfriend had left at this point and tells me in a sly voice, 'I guess we can cross the bisexual off your chart, can't we? That was just a phase.
What it’s like to be a bisexual woman in a heterosexual relationship
Coming out as bisexual while in a relationship - 10 women explain
This piece was originally published at TheLStop. Within every lesbian community there exists a tale as old as time, a proverb as common as it is contentious: Bi women cheat, betray, and ultimately leave — never for another woman, but for a man. Like those who flee the tumults of city life for quieter and less complicated pastures, bisexual women may seem destined, in the eyes of gay women, to trade the grit and hardships of queer life for the suburbs of heteroville. But is this really because we prefer a life of white-picket simplicity and comfort? Or could it be that, when it comes to romance between queer women, the game has been rigged from the start? Like many stereotypes, the lived experiences of one group have almost certainly colored the perceptions of another, however unfairly or inaccurately. I spent the first two decades of my life living as a closeted trans woman — a bisexual male to the outside world.
Coming out as bisexual while in a relationship - How 10 women told their boyfriend
The sound of a heart breaking is a deafening silence. It radiates, filling every corner of space with a quiet so intense, so impermeable, that you hold your breath. You fear that the sound of your exhale will pierce through, and overwhelm the sufferer, swallowing them whole.
This has nothing to do with my ability to be in a committed relationship with one person. I came out as bisexual to my mom at the age of We were driving around downtown Evanston, a suburb just north of Chicago, in a navy blue Ford station wagon. She knew about John Turner, my boyfriend from our summer family vacation. But I felt like she must have known that something was going on with my best friend, Eleanor.