Bi When Drunk

Before I get my teeth sunk in this week, I feel obliged to state that I don't actually have an obsession with bisexuality, but rather it is just something which I seem surrounded with at this present time, and thus I am writing about it.

There is a story I could be hypothetical about (friend of a friend and all that jazz), but you would probably guess it was me anyway. I was at a party, and had perhaps a little too much to drink. I was in rather high spirits, so high in fact that everyone else seemed to me to be having as much fun as me. To cut what could be a potentially long story short, I ended up getting "rather close" to girls from school.

So I outted myself, but it is no big deal, because as far as they can see, I'm "bi when drunk" which is, apparently, socially acceptable.

But yet, if I was to go a step beyond "bi when drunk", say, to "full blown lesbian", I would be socially excluded. Perhaps I'd be packed off to the freak show, or maybe just not invited to the party.

Lesbians have this stigma caused by ignorance. Girls seem to imagine that if someone is a lesbian they are a predator, and of course it would be utterly stupid to assume that a lesbian mightn't actually fancy you in the first place. Therefore the logical conclusion of these two factors would mean that a lesbian is after you. (If you are easily scared, I recommend you look over your shoulder now.)

Time to get out my trusty hammer again. Lesbians are not all predators. I'm sure there are one or two among us who may be, but then, there are straight (and dare I say it, bisexual) predatory types too. And if you are stupid enough to seriously believe that someone fancies you just because they happen to be gay and of the same sex as you, look in the mirror love, I bet you aren't even my type. Because, you know what? Not every lesbian fancies every female in the world.

So, for now I have cult status I'm a "bi when drunk", which is TOTALLY cool. However, if I was "lesbian when drunk, tipsy and sober", that would be TOTALLY uncool. Excuse me while I despair.

I can't say I'm particularly fussed to be confused with a "bi when drunk". Maybe one day someone will wake up and realise that I must be plastered all the time the way I get on. Maybe they'll also realise it doesn't change me, I'm still the girl they know and I can still party just as hard as the rest of them.