It wasn’t until recently that I came to terms with my own sexual identity, and honestly there are still times where I grapple with it. I was talking with my husband about how wrong it feels to hold back this part of me now that I’ve recognized and accepted it, even though there is the lingering fear that my friends and family might not be as accepting. I didn’t want to make this a big deal because it literally changes nothing about how I live my life or who I am, but it does take the weight off my shoulders a bit because I’m allowing myself to truly be me.

Anyway, I’m bisexual. Yes, I’m in a committed and loving marriage to a man, but I’m still attracted to all types of people! It just so happens that my partner is male. Growing up I thought the term “bisexual” automatically meant “bad” or “taboo” or “slutty” and so I just didn’t think it was possible for me to like both men and women. I thought that I was just straight since I had only dated men and never had romantic feelings for any of the female friends in my life. (Actually, maybe I never allowed myself to have romantic feelings for girls because I was told by society that it was “bad”? There’s a lot to unpack here, hah!) But as I’ve learned more about myself over the years, I’ve been able to understand, accept, and celebrate the fact that I’m attracted to all types of people.

Phew!

I felt like I was holding my breath that whole time.

I hope this wasn’t too much of a shock. I’m nervous to publish this post, and I truly hope that you can understand why I’ve decided to share this with you. You wanted to get to know me better, so this is who I am!

Happy Pride Month!