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Bisexual.

Man.

Those two words, when put together, really make a lot of people uncomfortable.

“Choose a side, dude!” It’s kind of the overall mentality surrounding it for a lot of people.

Choose a side?

Do you ask a Grizzly Bear to choose which side of the river he wants to fish from?

Of course not. Because he’s a Grizzly Bear and he’d eat you for trying.

And, he’s a Grizzly Bear. He was born a Grizzly Bear. He’ll die a Grizzly Bear. And you nor he have any control over that.

Sometimes I think it’d be nice to live in the non-human animal kingdom. Live as you’re born. Die as what you’ve become. And nobody else gives a shit.

Choose a side?

I see it in their eyes…

I must be confused.

I must be confused because being bisexual is not natural. Maybe for a girl? Definitely not for a guy.

I’m still on my journey of discovery. I must be.

I’m still trying to figure my sexuality out. I must be.

I’m still trying to decide which side of the river has more fish. Why else would I be fishing where the other bears aren’t?

I’ve had people tell me all that (well, except the bear part). I’ve had people say it right to my face. Many times.

I used to get so down. I used to get so discouraged. Then, over time, something changed. And I realized something…

I don’t want to be anything other than the person I was born. I don’t want to be anything other than who I am.

God, I love myself.

Maybe I’m not the manly man, drive a giant pick-up truck, pick tobacco stems out of my beard kind of guy.

Maybe I’m not the always horny, always tough, always gotta pretend I have the bigger penis kind of guy.

Maybe I relate more to women and gay men more often than straight men in a lot of things.

Maybe I like to get manicures and pedicures.

Maybe I have a bit of an effeminate flare in my tone sometimes.

Maybe I wear Manpris. And maybe I think too much about love with my heart and not with my hormones. And maybe I am sensitive.

Who cares?! I love all that about myself. Even if you don’t. Even if Sally Sue or Jim Bob over there don’t. Even if people I date don’t. Even if family members don’t.

I love ALL of it.

I’m manly enough. I have nothing to prove. I have a kick ass beard and I ride a Harley.

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!