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Since I was attracted to boys, I just assumed I was straight and ignored the attraction I felt for girls.
I never gave myself the chance to think about it because I was safe where I was.
You’re on your way to work, checking your Blackberry as you rush down the street, when you bump into a man. He gives his apologies, pays you a compliment and you engage in brief chit-chat before eventually exchanging numbers and heading on your way.
Later that evening he calls and you spend the entire night into the morning getting to know him. He’s tall, dark, handsome, college educated, stable career, decent credit, owns a condo, athletic, has never been in jail, no kids, loves his momma…the works!
Anyway, on paper Clive, and many like him, meet every single qualification on the lists many women keep and appear to be perfect marriage material, except for the fact that they are bisexual men. Do you scratch a man off the list and call your girls to complain, yet again, about how you can’t find a good man? The plight of the single black woman is well documented; a simple Google search will yield tons of articles discussing our issues when it comes to marriage.
Last year Ralph Banks, a writer for , suggested that the solution to our problems would be to simply marry a white man.
I also started to realize that strict monogamy may not be the best idea for me.
A few more dates go by and you learn that he is more than ready to settle down and have kids, matter of fact, his views on marriage and family life practically mirror your own. You start to think ‘Where has this man been all my life! ’ Later that night he calls you to tell you how much he likes you and enjoys being with you, you gladly return the compliment and just as you feel yourself floating up to cloud nine he says “I really like you and would love to get to know you better, but I must be honest. We’ll just assume his wives knew because, well, I’m sure we all knew before he told us.
"This girl, she was smart and feminist and said she was bisexual," Elizabeth continued. You'll be married in 10 years.'" It's hard when your wedding day is used as evidence that your life is a sham. That relationship--surprising, shocking, and thrilling--jolted my identity.
On a certain level, though, I understand the confusion. My 20s and 30s were a series of big loves with men and women, but the biggest one of all was Amy, an electrifying, alluringly butch musician who happened to be one half of the Indigo Girls.
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Bring a potluck brunch item and/or drinks to share.