Sex and Sex and Sex and More Sex

Well, let's not be all coy about it. I like sex. Lots of sex. With various different people. I'm perfectly happy, well-balanced and sane, supposedly. I'm also bisexual and polyamorous. Quite a few therapists have tried to tell me that I'm actually crying inside, that there is some deep dark level at which, I'm wasting away.

Most of them are now in therapy themselves. I hear dark mutterings that perhaps the human soul was not meant to take this much sex-positive fluff, and that perhaps the best idea would be to leave me alone till I explode in an avalanche of fluff. Whatever. Who's got the donuts?

What is Bisexuality?

Seriously, though, there are as many different meanings and associations with bi-ness, as there are people. For me, it's just the logical conclusion of my beliefs about the differences between men and women (there aren't any!) and the fact that I'm an intensely physical person.

Then of course, there's the fact that I just love sex, and anything which doubles my chances has to be good news! (Apologies to Woody Allen)

As far as I'm concerned, one of the hardest things to explain to people is that bi doesn't mean straight half the time and gay half the time, it means bi all the time. I have attractions of varying degrees of importance at varying levels of sexual and emotional tension, with various people at random times. Call it what you will. Thank you. Drive Through.

I met a lot of my bi friends on the Internet particularly the Soc.bi newsgroup, although I'm no longer a regular these days.

Pride is quite an important day for me. Being mostly MOTOS-partnered in my serious relationships means that my sexuality is sometimes not visible, and although my constant tarting raises my profile, it's still nice to have a day on which I can stand up and be counted with all my friends, neighbours, acquitances, enemies, lovers and all the other queers.