There is a huge stipulation out there that bisexuals, especially bisexual men, aren't really bisexual. Sex and the City captures this sentiment best by stating that "bisexuality is just a layover on the way to gaytown." For many fellas, I would have to agree. For some reason it is easier to say that you're bi instead of all-out gay, because at least you're still somewhat normal, at least you are still considering the opposite sex. I don't knock that strategy. I mean, utilize every resource you've got to get yourself out of that closet. There are way too many people out there who choose to stay in the closet and be miserable, which makes a lot of the people outside the closet miserable, too.
Unfortunately, bi guys are the ones who receive the brunt of the doubt/ridicule as opposed to bi girls. A girl can claim her bisexuality, wear it on a t-shirt, and be respected by the majority of the society. Girls can thank the hetero-male dominated world for that one. Straight guys think it's hot when two girls go at it, and they thank their lucky stars if they can lay claim to a bisexual. Even straight women hold bi girls on some sort of pedestal, questioning their own sexuality, and wondering if widening their narrow views on sex would help their luck in the meat market. (At this point I'm going to interject that too many girls, even dirty girls, these days are making out with their same gender simply because it has turned into such the cultural phenomenon thanks to Girls Gone Wild.) Guys, on the other hand, are rarely ever applauded for random acts of bisexual behavior.
Bisexual. Really.
As for myself, I am perhaps a rare breed of bisexual. In fact, to call me bisexual isn't one hundred percent accurate. I enjoy both genders, but having sex with either of them does not give me great satisfaction. Sure it is fun to romp around, but sex gets boring. The same ol' "in-out-in-out-in-swivel-in further-out" is highly redundant to me. No, it is not because I have yet to have sex with someone that truly knows what he is doing (I have yet to actually hold intercourse with a girl due to my valuing the whole hetero sex after marriage thing... will elaborate later).
In fact, I went through a very thorough slut period during the summer of 2004. Each encounter I had was very different. I've had the “one night stand,“ the “sexually charged three week relationship,” the “older guy who taught me everything he knew about sex during the six or seven visits I made over to his house.” Each time left me educated, but never did I feel like any of it was worth it. The whole slut period was a chance for me to see what all the hubbub was about, and I ended up realizing there wasn't much hubbub there to begin with.
Relationship > Sexuality
I am all about the relationship. To get to know someone inside and out gives me such the boner that sex in general has yet to achieve. Trusting someone, learning about someone's faults, hopes, dreams, and realities, and still wanting to learn more. Being there for someone in ways that no one else could even dare to try. Loving that one person beyond all of his or her physical impurities, quirks, and bad habits. All of that, and having the person feeling the exact same way about me.
Of course, this is the ideal that most everyone strives for, but with the inclusion of sex. I could go my entire life in a relationship like that without having any sort of intercourse and being fully content. I am not talking about never seeing my partner in the buff, or vice versa. We would definitely have a lot of cuddling, and a good amount of exploring, and a more-than-substantial amount of kissing, it's just I wouldn't necessarily require an orgasm. If the partner wanted an orgasm, I'd definitely be there for her or him as best I could. The bottom line is that sex, to me, is entirely unnecessary.
Sex is…
Sex, in its truest form, is incredibly stupid. It is entirely animal. Anybody can do it, and most people do. Sex is also not too difficult to master. Even though I don't care for it, I'm actually quite good (just ask any one of the __ guys I've been with). What is interesting to me is how stupid one becomes when having sex - at least as far as guys are concerned. When working towards a climax, guys tend to get this hollow look in their eyes as if the main part of their brain has suddenly turned off. Grunts, sweat, and forceful action takes the place of common decency.
