It was exactly the same brand of masculinity I’d always been attracted to in cisgender guys.
When I finally told my parents about our relationship, I said, “I’m dating a woman right now, but I’m not gay.” I didn’t know how else to define myself.
After all, you really haven’t lived until the guy you just met orders everything on the menu and then sticks you with the bill.
Or, the girl you’ve been enjoying romantic dates with turns out to be married.
Like many bisexuals, my coming out was was drawn out and confusing.
The perfect person for you could be living just a few miles away, but if you don’t run in the same circles or have some rom-com-style chance interaction at the post office, you might never meet.I wasn’t yet ready to explain my partner’s in-flux gender identity.(At the time, he was still using his birth name and female pronouns).It made him feel like I was more attracted to the the man he aspired to be than the lesbian he still identified as, but suspected he might one day leave behind.I liked that dynamic: His masculinity was gentle, androgynous, and subversive, and that’s what drew me to him.