The Beautiful Kind

Here’s the thing: There are heaps of bisexual men out there, but they’re afraid to admit it. Most of the swinger community treats bi men like outcasts, openly specifying on their party invites “Bi women welcome! Bi men, stay away!” So many people think bi men are dripping with AIDS. Fucking lame.

I’ve only dated a couple of bi men, as most of the guys I end up with are disappointingly straight. Like the guy I’m with now. That he’s straight is the one thing that makes him imperfect (OK, that and the fact that he wanted to see the Transformers movie.) Thing is, if you go around asking women, most will tell you they think it’s hot to see two men kissing. Cuz, you know, it is.

So why the hell is it acceptable for women to admit that they’re bi (HI I’M BI!) but men feel the need to defend their love of poetry or their desire to be pegged? One of my friends thinks it might be an evolutionary biology fluid thing - that two men together are wasting seed and this is distasteful, but two women together are acting harmlessly, in fact if anything they’re just priming themselves for propagation, getting all ripe and orgasmic.

Another friend said to me, “Duh, 98% of every man’s fantasy is to be with two women at once, so if a woman announces she is bi, she’s taking him one step closer to that fantasy. But if a guy says he’s bi, it puts the woman on danger alert - she’ll constantly think he’ll leave her for a man.”

Hmf. We need to rework this mindset, cuz I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: The world would be a better place if everyone was bi.

And now I’m inspired to write about one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. Tune in tomorrow.