Writing is one of my favorite things. I’ve been working on a story about young female-female relationships, and since I usually bounce ideas off of my boyfriend I brought the draft to him.
I’m bisexual. I have been since I was very young. I brought up some of the feelings I had about what was expected of me when I was a teen when it came to social pressures and stereotypes, and I discovered that talking about myself and other women makes my boyfriend extremely uncomfortable.
Keep in mind it was completely nonsexual and nonromantic – no talk of my personal feelings and fantasies towards any women. He doesn’t know why, but it makes him highly anxious, jealous, and insecure. Just flat-out can't stand hearing about it, never has been able to, and just never thought much about it until we talked tonight.
We’ve been together for 9 months and he knew before we were a couple that I’m bisexual. This was never an unknown factor.
He says that what he’s feeling isn’t a rational response, that he wouldn’t feel the same about men even if I talked about relationships with them, and doesn’t feel as though I’m going to leave him for a woman. He doesn’t understand why it hurts me so much that he has such visceral, negative feelings about a basic trait because my “orientation doesn’t define me,” like it’s the same thing as him having a strong negative reaction towards my hair or eye color (hint: avoid relationships with girls whose hair color makes you intensely upset, too).
Duh, my orientation doesn't define me. It affects my interpersonal interactions on a fundamental level, though, and he loathes it.
If it makes him uncomfortable, why did he take me in the first place? Did he think it was just a cute little joke that I’d get over eventually? Did he think we’d just keep it swept under a rug forever and he could pretend to have a normal girlfriend? Not that I talk to anyone I'm seeing about others in the first place, but am I supposed to pretend to be heterosexual? He was astonished that I've liked men who like men and didn't have any negative response to it whatsoever.
What kind of idiot am I that I go on for 9 months thinking he's wonderful, sensitive, and tolerant? I'm not qualified to work with children, let alone troubled children and teens. I know nothing about people.
We’re not currently speaking…