Bi Sexuality Quotes

If I was gay, I wouldn't need an asterisk beside my name. I could stop worrying if the girl I like will bounce when she finds out I also like dick. I could have a coming-out party without people thinking I just want attention. I wouldn't have to explain that I fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. People wouldn't say I'm 'just a slut' or 'faking it' or 'undecided' or 'confused.' I'm not confused. I don't categorize people by who I'm allowed to like and who I'm allowed to love. Love doesn't fit into boxes like that. It's blurry, slippery, quantum. It's only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible.

It is never easy being the one who takes the first step. But if we want things to mature in our life, we must fight for them relentlessly without compromise or excuse.

I don't know what kind of sexual crisis you're having right now, like, four years after it would have been useful, but, well. I'm not saying what we did in high school makes you gay or bi or whatever, but I can tell you I'm gay, and that even though I acted like what we were doing wasn't gay back then, it super was." He sighs. "Does that help, Alex? My Bloody Mary is here, and I need to talk to it about this phone call.

. . . and what in the world was I by now but an aging, lonely, sexually dubious, politically outrageous, unspeakably erratic freak?

Even if sexual orientation were a choice, aren't we a country where we're supposed to be free to pursue our happiness, whether we're hetero-, homo-, bi-, trans-, or even a-sexual? To use [an analogy that homosexuality is a vice, like drinking], being antigay is like Prohibition, when a small group of busybodies thought no one should be allowed to drink.

I fucking hate it, the idea that something like that would be trivialized down to a fucking hashtag. I mean, there's a ton of biphobia — people refuse to accept bisexuality as an actual sexuality. And I'm biracial, but also white-passing, which is a unique perspective. So these kids say, like, "Oh, fucking tri-bi Halsey! She'll never miss an opportunity to talk about it!" I want to sit them down like a mom and go, "Six months ago you were begging for an artist that would talk about this shit! But then I do, and you say, 'Oh, not her. Someone else.

I call myself bisexual because I acknowledge that I have in myself the potential to be attracted—romantically and/or sexually—to people of more than one sex, and/or gender, not necessarily at the same time, not necessarily in the same way, and not necessarily to the same degree.

The thing was, though, Ian was one of those rare guys who wanted the one person in the world who fit him like a glove, and that person, it turned out, was me. So, yes, Ian was still technically bi, but was exclusively now Miro-sexual and wasn’t interested in trying the buffet.

Last year I told Lori I thought I might be bi. Ever since, whenever she saw me looking at another girl, she asked if I liked her. Lori didn't get that sometimes it was fun just to notice people without having to think about whether you liked them or not.

[On hearing that 86% of gay teens have experienced harassment] Eighty-six percent? Eighty-six per-fuckin-cent WERE harassed?! That means fourteen per-fuckin-cent WEREN'T harassed? WHAT?! At MY school a hundred percent of the children - gay, straight, transgendered, bi, sell... or trade - WERE harassed. She's saying that fourteen percent of the gay students were NOT harassed? That seems impossible. At MY school any one of us would have sucked Elton John's COCK at a mandatory school assembly for a fourteen percent chance of NOT being harassed.

If being bi means always knowing, well, that isn't me. The only girls on my bedroom walls are my friends, and I'm certainly not into any of them that way. That settles it. I'm straight. Just like I always thought. I wait for the feeling of a weight lifting from my shoulders, but it never comes.

There is abundant scholarship which establishes that the delegitimation of homosexual desire and the production of the naturally heterosexual, properly bi-gendered (unambiguously male or female) population of citizens, with the women respectably desexualized, is a process that is central to nation formation all over the globe.

See, the institutions and specialist, experts, you see. Yes, yes, experts, indeed. See, they would have us believe that there is an order to art. An explanation. Humans are odd creatures in that way. Always searching for a formula. Yes, a formula to create an expected norm for unexplainable greatness. A cook book you might say. Yes, a recipe book for life, love, and art. However, my dear, let me tell you. Yes, there is no such thing. Every individual is unique in their own design, as intended by God himself. We classify, yes, always must we classify, for if not, then we would be lost, yes lost now wouldn't we? Classification, order, expectations, but alas, we forget. For what is art, if not the out word expression of an artist. It is the soul of the artisan and if his expectations are met, than who are we to judge whether his work be art or not?

(at age thirteen) I think sharks smile like women dad. Like Jenny's smiling at you right now. ... But have you ever noticed how porpoises smile like effeminate men? They're bi-sexual, you know. Me, I'd rather have sex with a porpoise than a shark.

Honey, wake up. Gender and sexuality are different things. I can be bi and trans*!

Passionate intimacy between people of the same sex was common in pre—Civil War America. The lack of clear sexual categories (homo-, hetero-, bi-) made same-sex affection unself-conscious and widespread.

There are many excellent reasons to not want to reveal your sexual identity, and the idea that queer people need to bare their sexual soul publicly in order to be true to themselves is fraught with problems.

The structures of sexual oppression run through everything, including legal systems, but most importantly they run straight through our minds. Let us burn our blindfolds and embrace the human capacity to love freely.

Svima je jasno da ih na svijet nije donijela roda, pa ipak kada je riječ o samom spolnom činu, kad se to tiče njihovih roditelja, većina bi najradije da je ipak tako. ~ iz knjige lirskih eseja ''Lekcija o drskosti'' (2000.)

Da su muška djeca rasla među ženama koje se pred njima nisu sramile skidati, što ne bi umanjivalo njihovu spolnu požudi u budućnosti prema njihovim družicama, stvarnim osobama, možda bi slika svijeta danas bila ipak ponešto drukčija.

Queer theory” is an academic term which, as queer theorist Annamarie Jagose has explained, is committed to “demonstrating the impossibility of any natural sexuality.” In other words, it challenges the idea that any sexuality, but most notably heterosexuality, is somehow better or more natural than any other.

Beneath it all I wish everyone would stop worrying about who is gay, who is straight, who is bisexual. Why must we define people by their sexuality? Why does Billy need to be gay Billy? Why does Sally need to be lesbian Sally? Why does Eric need to be Bi Eric? Why can't they just be Billy, Sally and Eric? Society groups people into classes to feel stability and safety. In doing so they break the hearts and souls of people like myself who don't fit into either class.

Mona was nice.” Liv choked, the latté sloshing over the edge and onto her fingers. “You set that up to be mean,” she said, putting the cup back on the table. Xander smirked. “I didn't actually. She's a cool chick.” “Then why don't you date her?” Xander's grin widened. “I did, dearest. That's why I know.” “But I'm not gay!” “But you might be bi,” Xander said. “You never actually said.” He waved away her protesting gasp. “I just thought you should check Mona out. Sexuality is a spectrum, Liv. Never know until you try.

Many bisexuals might indeed feel comfortable and well represented by [creating images of 'stable, monogamous, appropriately sexual' bisexuals], but what of the many people who don't fit in this standard of the "normal" or "good" bisexual? Some bisexuals are sluts (read: sexually independent women), some bisexuals are just experimenting, some like people of certain genders only sexually and not romantically, some like to have threesomes and perform bisexuality for men, some are HVI and STI carriers, some don't practice safer sex, some are indeed indecisive and confused, some cheat on their partners, some do choose to be bi, as well as many other things that the "myth-busting" [or simplifying/sanitizing] tries to cast off. A very long list of people is being thrown overboard in the effort to "fight biphobia." In this way, the rebuttal in fact imposes biphobic normative standards on the bisexual community itself, drawing a line between "good" and "bad" bisexuals. Either way, benign docility and unthreatening citizenship are not exactly what I would want my bisexuality to be associated with.

When I confronted my own racism for the first time, and acknowledged my privilege, I was further empowered to discover my self. Confronting one aspect of self meant unravelling a whole constellation of other parts too. As I was following one thread, it led me to the next. Eventually, embracing my sexuality stood shoulder to shoulder with my political views on the rights of peoples of colour, trans rights, climate change, animal cruelty, disability, women’s rights and voices, treatment of arts, education, youth and the elderly. Standing up in my bisexuality meant confronting all parts of humanity in my self.

Rather than being 'this not that' I am this *and* that... I've felt like a blossoming flower. As I become more fully me and as I'm more comfortable with each petal of my identity, I open myself up and look into the sun... As someone who identifies as bisexual and does see the world on a multitude of plains, my intellect and creativity, my head and my heart, are just further parallels of how I am able to find myself attracted to and love both men and women. [Participant quote from the study 'The positive aspects of a bisexual self-identification' in Psychology and Sexuality 1 (2) by S. Scales Rostosky, D. E. Riggle, and D. Pascale-Hague pp.131-44]

This isn’t weird for you, Mark? I mean, not even a little bit?” Green questioned. “Why? Is it for you?” Ruxs inquired, slightly nervous. “No. Not at all. I’ve thought of a million sexual things I could do to you and what I wanted you to do to me. But that’s because I’m bi. You on the other hand, have never been with a man. Now you just had your finger in my ass. I’m just wondering. You’re not the slightest bit weirded out.” Ruxs thought for a second. He stared into those smoky eyes and knew exactly why he wasn’t weirded out. Green was his friend, his best friend. The only person he had, his family. Nothing about them coming together was weird for him. Ruxs was a man who always did his own thing. He wasn’t judgmental and he didn’t worry about labels or societal conformity. If it felt good, then it was all good. He’d lived by that motto since college. Ruxs finally shook his head no. “I feel good about this. You and I being together this way is only strange in a good way. It’s wild to be able to finally touch you like I’ve been wanting too. To see you come, to watch you get off. I’m just trying to wrap my head around you wanting me.” Ruxs had a hard time meeting Green’s eyes. He hoped like hell that Green did want him.  Green cupped his jaw and turned him so he was facing him. “I do want you. More than you think. I want you because you’re an amazing man, Mark Ruxsberg. You have to stop thinkin’ otherwise. You’re smart, caring, loyal, a damn good cop, you’re great to Curtis and…” Green tilted his still half-hard cock against Ruxs’ pelvis. “You’re sexy as fuck. Big and beautiful. Muscles all over the fuckin’ place. It’s a huge turn-on for me.” Ruxs blushed. He loved Green telling him this. Most of all he believed him. Green wasn’t a liar and he didn’t do anything that he didn’t want to do… just like him. “So no more of this self-doubting shit. Or else I won’t blow you anymore.” Green winked, rolling off of him and climbed out of the messy bed. “Now get your lazy ass up, and don’t worry about the sheets, the maid comes today. We got to get going. We’re supposed to be doing surveillance on that damn warehouse.” Ruxs

Effective immediately, homosexuality and bi-sexuality are outlawed, and all gay men and women will be administered with a sense elixir at their next medical checkup. Those who are aged seventeen are required to immediately participate in the pageant. Anyone found to be engaging in homosexual activity will be immediately imprisoned without trial.

Our flexibility in capital allocation – our willingness to invest large sums passively in non-controlled businesses – gives us a significant advantage over companies that limit themselves to acquisitions they can operate. Woody Allen stated the general idea when he said: “The advantage of being bi-sexual is that it doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.” Similarly, our appetite for either operating businesses or passive investments doubles our chances of finding sensible uses for our endless gusher of cash.

I grew up in the UK but come from a culturally conservative, religious, and ethnic minority background – simply stating out loud that I enjoy sex is still taboo. Astride two cultures, I have had no choice but to challenge the contradictions placed in front of me most of my life. In that context, this book is my act of rebellion. It lays to rest the suffocating expectations placed on me around marriage, motherhood and the supposed passivity of female sexuality.

Ima u njemu nečeg krhkog. Potpuno je nezaštićen, izložen, ranjiv, takav je čak i njegov polni organ, kog povazdan mora da nosi isturenog, izvan sebe; ali on je snažan, neverovatno snažan. Nisam siguran da bi mogao da vuče sanke duže nego ja, ali je u stanju da vuče snažnije i brže - duplo snažnije. On može da podigne prednji ili zadnji deo sanki kako bi zaobišao prepreku. Ja ne bih uspeo da podignem i držim toliki teret, osim u doteu. U skladu sa tom krhkošću i snagom, njegov duh lako zapada u očajanje i lako prkosi okolini: žestoka, nestrpljiva hrabrost. Polagano, teško, puzavo napredovanje kojem smo se ovih dana predali iscrpljuje njegovo telo i duh tako da bi ga, da je pripadnik moje rase, smatrao za kukavicu, ali on je sve samo ne to, odvažnost kao što je njegova ja još nisam sreo. Spreman je i željan da stavi život na kocku nad provalijom.

Queer, in all senses of the word, is probably the best word to describe me. Queer is political. Queer is something “off the norm.” Queer is sexual and gender minorities. Queer rejects traditional sexual and gender identities. Queer is outside the bounds of normal society. Queer is breaking the rules for sex and gender. One can be queer and bi. For that matter, one can be queer and straight.

Those who would criminalize same-sex sexual activities don't care how often or exclusively you do it. Bisexual folks suffer from these laws just as surely as lesbian or gay man who never, ever, has an opposite-sex partner. Queer bashers don't care that sometimes by folks sleep with opposite-sex partners. In their eyes there is no such thing as half-queer

I identify as bi, but I’ve never had anyone make me feel the way Eli does. It’s only ever been Eli. Like I’m Eli-sexual or something.

Fourth, bisexual people struggle with internalized biphobia. They are more likely than people from other sexual minorities to be unsure about their sexual identity and to perceive being bisexual as “not that important.

Really?” I ask, startled. “I thought they viewed the male part of your bisexuality as something to be hidden in the attic with all the pesky dust collectors like books and art.

Kinsey flipped around sexual norms; instead of heterosexuality being the default, he thought that bisexuality was.

Bisexuality is] the potential to be attracted, romantically and/or sexually, to people of more than one [gender], not necessarily at the same time, not necessarily in the same way, and not necessarily to the same degree.

Tyler shouldn’t have been surprised that his two very gay surrogate big brothers had been perfectly okay with his bisexuality. The fact that he’d realized he was bi when he’d been taken down by a man over a decade older than him was maybe not the best sexual awakening, but there it was. Tyler had once made the mistake of telling Clay and Elliot that, which resulted in a blank look from Clay and hysterical laughing from Elliot. Tyler counted that a win, as he’d pretty much told the man that once upon a time, he’d had a crush on Clay.

Through this hypersexualization, a woman’s bisexual identity becomes a vehicle through which she is dehumanized and denied agency, diminished to a trope in the straight male sexual fantasy repertoire and, consequently, ensconced in the straight male psyche as a constantly willing sexual plaything.

The study found 11 positive aspects of being bisexual: “freedom from social labels, honesty and authenticity, having a unique perspective, increased levels of insight and awareness, freedom to love without regard for sex/gender, freedom to explore relationships, freedom of sexual expression, acceptance of diversity, belonging to a community, understanding privilege and oppression, and becoming an advocate/activist.

Specifically, participants said they cherished five types of freedom that came from being bisexual, including the freedom to love without regard for biological sex or gender, freedom from social labels and gender roles, freedom to explore diverse relationships and experiences like consensual nonmonogamy, and freedom of sexual expression. Finally, participants stated they experienced “freedom to live authentically and honestly.” As

Specifically, participants said they cherished five types of freedom that came from being bisexual, including the freedom to love without regard for biological sex or gender, freedom from social labels and gender roles, freedom to explore diverse relationships and experiences like consensual nonmonogamy, and freedom of sexual expression. Finally, participants stated they experienced “freedom to live authentically and honestly.

Your sexuality is political, whether you want it to be or not.

Bi women are nearly twice as likely as straight women to experience sexual and physical assault. Bi women also have much higher rates of drug addiction and abuse. Not to mention that lesbians are really mean to bi women. At least gay men still hang out with bi men. Yes, they’ll talk shit behind our backs, about how we’re in denial, but they’re not as blatantly antagonistic as lesbians who make bi women feel like gender traitors for breaking up with a woman and dating a man.

But God gives us certain gifts and attraction is one of them. I, like you, am drawn to the men and wouldn’t have it any other way. But Stumpy was drawn to both sexes.” “Bi-sexual? “I wouldn’t say that. Neither would he have, because labels are so confining. They don’t define us. We define us.

YOUR MOM’S TELLING YOU you’re straight. Your gay buddy’s telling you you’re gay. You feel sexually schizophrenic. Just when you feel confident enough to tell the world you’re gay, poof! Your desire betrays you, and you get hot for the opposite sex. We like to call this dilemma “the flip-flop.” (And it has nothing to do with whom you vote for or what you’re wearing on your feet.) Don’t be fooled. The fact that you flip-flop at all means only one thing: you’re bi. Yup, that’s right, a minority within a minority.

And then there are the eternal questions of love and sex. Can there be friendship between men and women as long as the hormones rage and rule? How is sex related to love -- and love to sex? Are we truly pigeonholed in our sexuality -- or does society alone insist on this? What is 'straight'? What is 'gay'? What is 'bi'? And does any of it matter deep in one's soul? Shouldn't we get rid of these labels in an attempt to be really open to ourselves and to each other?

Middle-class Americans, he certainly realized, would not march off a moral cliff for a pornography-addicted, sado-masochistic, bi-homosexual pederast. In fact, he knew that Americans did not trust single men. He needed a “cover,” a disguise known by homosexuals as a “beard”: He needed a wife who was young, educated, but insecure and obedient.114

Their attitudes crossed anything-goes California bi-sexuality with edgy Brit-punk sneer, a combination that led to a completely novel form of rebellion: Wet-kissing strangers on the street.

Bisexuality is good; it is the capacity to love people of either sex. The reason so few of us are bisexual is because society made such a big stink about homosexuality that we got forced into seeing ourselves as either straight or non-straight….Gays will begin to turn onto women when 1) it's something that we do because we want to, and not because we should, and 2) when women's liberation changes the nature of heterosexual relationships. We continue to call ourselves homosexual, not bisexual, even if we do make it with the opposite sex, because saying, "Oh, I'm Bi" is a cop-out for a gay. We get told it's OK to sleep with guys as long as we sleep with women too, and that's still putting homosexuality down. We'll be gay until everyone has forgotten that it's an issue. Then we'll begin to be complete.

I want to remind all the bisexuals who are reading this today that when other people accuse you of everything you are not, they are often revealing their own struggles with sex, sexuality, sensuality, trust and loyalty, mental health and sense of self, among other things, whatever the reasons may be. Be kind to yourself and others. Let them be.

Using bisexual identity in this way, as inspired by Vicky Shiran, makes bisexual identity into a defiant political statement. No longer just a form of sexuality and desire, but active resistance to systems of monosexism, sexism, cissexism, racism, and others. It means creating bisexuality not as a plea to be accepted by the same systems that reject us, but to destroy these systems and build something new.

I have never, nor will I ever, have an issue with anyone’s sexuality. Gay, straight, bi, lesbian, it doesn’t matter to me. I believe everyone has a right to find their own happiness. I would never ridicule or stand in the way of love,

No, they were," Avery said, clearly confusing her. As he waited for someone to answer the phone, he gave Janice his most cocky grin, a very clear watch-me-get-what-I-want expression. "La Bella Luna, can I help you?" The deep rich timbre turned him on instantly, and his gaze strayed to the corner of his desk, Janice completely forgotten. "Good Morning, this is Avery Adams. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Kane's voice again. Avery thought about Kane's hands and how competently he'd handled that bottle of wine. He imagined them using the same care as he picked up the phone from the cradle. The air in the room sizzled, his heartbeat picked up, and his body grew hard with need. He had never in his life been so immediately taken with another. Avery prayed Kane might be at least bi-sexual. Straight men were much harder to work into his bed—not impossible, but harder—and he definitely wanted Kane Dalton in his bed. "Hello, Mr. Adams. This Kane Dalton, would you prefer I transfer this call to someone else?" The soothing voice on the other end of the phone became tense. "No, you're who I was hoping to speak with. It seems you and I may have gotten off on the wrong foot, and I'd like to set things right between us," Avery said, adjusting his gaze to stare out the open window. "I have no issue with you, sir," Kane responded back immediately. "There's a large bouquet of rather expensive lilies sitting in my office that might say otherwise." He cut his eyes back to the flowers on the small conference table. Kane didn't respond this time, there was just silence. Good. Kane got a taste of his own medicine. "Listen, I'd like to book a regular table in your restaurant a couple of days a week. It doesn't have to be the same days each week, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself a few nights ago and got reacquainted with several families from my youth." He was met with more silence, then he heard the rustle of pages being turned. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I just don't have—" "I'll make it worth your while." Avery cut him off, his eyes still on the flowers, but seeing the man who sent them instead of the lovely blooms. "It's not that, sir. We're just incredibly booked." Kane started with the excuses again, but Avery wasn't taking no for an answer. "Please lose the sir. My name's Avery. I'd like you to use it." Avery's voice turned lower and huskier as he spoke from his deepest desires. "Avery," Kane said as if testing the word. "We don't have the space available. We're booked solidly for several months." "No one's that booked," Avery called him on the lie, and left it right there between them. After a long extended pause, Kane finally answered, "You're right, let's get you in Monday and Wednesday evenings. Does that suit you?" "You sure do," Avery said. Now that he'd managed a firm reservation, it was time to draw Kane in. Not surprisingly, he was met with silence. "I'll take whatever days you offer." In fact, I'll take whatever you are willing to give. As the thought faded, Avery realized those were actually terrible days to be seen out and about. "Seven o'clock?" Kane asked, ignoring everything he said. "Whatever works," Avery replied. "All right, would you like to come in tomorrow night?" Kane asked. His tone was back to all business. "Absolutely!

Ryan nuzzled his cheek, and when he spoke, there was nothing but raw honesty in his voice. “You do know I love you, right?” James stared in front of him, unseeing. God, didn’t Ryan realize how much worse his words made him feel? It was like seeing a tantalizing glimpse of what-could-have-been if things had been just a little different if only Ryan had been even a little bi-curious. He knew Ryan was as attached to him as he was to Ryan. The only difference between them was their sexuality: while his attachment had shifted into a sexual, romantic one, Ryan’s remained platonic and brotherly—but it didn’t mean it was weaker or less.

Maybe I should just get a shirt that says: ‘Prolly bi’?” “Eh, it sounds more like: ‘Definitely bi-curious.’” “Or, ‘Hi, I’m a need-to-google-this-a-bit-more sexual.

I thought it was just twisted not to be able to come out as a sexual minority within a group of sexual minorities.

bi·sex·u·al   adj. sexually attracted to both men and women.  [BIOLOGY] having characteristics of both sexes.   n. a person who is sexually attracted to both men and women.   bi·sex·u·al·i·tyn.

we live in a society where heterosexuality is considered the norm. It is important for those who do not fit the heterosexual mold to define their sexuality in order to pressure mainstream society to include same-sex couples in their concept of possible human relationships. It also enables those who are not heterosexual to have a context for their own experience.