It’s too late baby

29 07 2012

I used to be straight—that’s important to acknowledge.

I wasn’t repressing or in denial or running away from myself; before the age of 40, I was straight. After  40, not so much.

When I lived in Albuquerque I used to take my dirty clothes to a laundry a couple of blocks away. I got to know one of the women who ran the joint (damn, what’s her name? I can picture her, long dark hair, broad face, broad shoulders), and we’d talk while my clothes tumbled and I think we may have even gone out for beers a few time. She was a lesbian, was surprised I was not a lesbian, and stated with some confidence that I must therefore be bi.

You’re bi; you are. You know it. She wasn’t bullying or unkind, and said it with a fair amount of humor, but she meant it, too. I allowed for the possibility—I had plenty o’ friends who were lesbian, had lived with lesbians, had even had crushes on women—but it was an intellectual allowance, nothing more. Even my crushes were more emotional than anything else; I didn’t swoon at the thought of these women, and I certainly didn’t want to get naked with them.

I swooned around men. Not all men, not even most men, but if there was any swooning to be done, it was in the presence of a man.

So how to explain the switch? And it did feel as if a switch had been flipped: one moment, straight, the next moment, Holy cow!

I’ve mentioned before my friend M. thought this switch might have been related to a recent burst of creativity: I was still a bit dazed at having completed a draft of my first novel (that would be The Unexpected Neighbor, link on the sidebar) when prior to writing it I didn’t know that I could write it, had been in New York for less than a year, and my life was kinda shitty but not in a shitty way (if you know what I mean, which I’m not sure I do).

Anyway.

She thought I was opening myself up in ways I hadn’t before, and that this new interest in women was all a part of that. I still don’t know that I accept that, but since I don’t have any better story, I figured I might as well use M’s.

That I don’t have a better story, however, does get in the way of coming out to the folks who knew me when I was straight. Stating that I’m bisexual to new friends isn’t a big deal—there’s nothing to explain—but how to explain to old friends that before I was this and now I’m that?

Perhaps the problem is that I feel the need to explain, but wouldn’t you? And if your friend told you that she was this and now she’s that, wouldn’t you want to know?

Actually, when I put it like that, it’s not a dilemma, not really: One of things friends do is hash over what’s going on with ourselves, so this would just be another ingredient in the hash.

No, the dilemma is in dealing with the skepticism that I was ever not bisexual, or that I’m saying I’m bisexual because I’m unwilling to come out all of the way as a lesbian.

I know, I know: tough shit, people will believe what they want to believe. But given that among my many agonies is that regarding what to tell those close to me about me, if I am to reveal something, then I want it understood that I am revealing something true about myself.

What is true may change, but it still matters, and the truth is, I used to be straight, and now I’m not. Don’t know why, don’t know how, but there it is.

There it is.

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5 responses

30 07 2012
dmf

not trying to come up some general, or hard and fast, rule as I don’t think they exist for these kinds of developments but unless you’re interested in dissecting this with these friends I don’t know that a broad announcement/label is necessary I just would discuss it or not as your dating and or attraction life fits into the conversation at hand.

30 07 2012
dmf

not sure if you are still working on the dawning of modernism but:
http://backdoorbroadcasting.net/2012/07/modernism-christianity-and-apocalypse/

30 07 2012
BJ

My reaction was, “Huh.” then I moved on to the next post.

30 07 2012
absurdbeats

@dmf: Yeah, that’s pretty much how I’ve been handling it, and it fits with me, personally. Just not so sure it fits politically.

And yes, still chugging away. I did a damned theory: this induction is killing me.

@BJ: Clearly, you are too well adjusted. I think you need a few neuroses.

31 07 2012
BJ

Clearly, it’s none of my business who is in your bed. The political issues (oh shit I’m discussing politics with an expert) surrounding same sex couples might be my business, as they could affect my pocketbook. But that’s not what we’re discussing.

I hide my neuroses under a thick blanket of inflated male bravado, throwback polyester shirts and rum.

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