I am bisexual.
My family knows this. My husband knows this. Many of my friends do as well. My daughter doesn't exactly know yet, but I plan to tell her soon-- she's 11, and although I've brought her up to understand that sexuality is not a choice, and homosexuality is (or at least should be) as acceptable as heterosexuality, I haven't quite found the ideal way to tell my daughter about my own circumstances.
I'm also happily married (imagine that, my handle here is MrsGeiiga, and my husband goes by Geiiga around here). As a woman, married to a man, I enjoy the benefits of "traditional" marriage. My husband, thankfully, understands my sexuality fully. And he fully trusts me--I've never given him a reason to distrust me, and I never will. They say the best relationships are built on mutual trust and respect, but since I'd never actually had a relationship built on those pillars, I didn't truly appreciate those qualities until I met my husband. Cliché as it sounds, our marriage does transcend everything else, and I'm grateful that our relationship is recognized by all of our society as something acceptable, something ideal. It breaks my heart to think that if things had turned out differently, if I'd met and fallen in love with a woman instead, our relationship would be scrutinized, disdained, discarded, particularly here in Kansas.
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