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The original sci-fi erotica I'm writing for
dementordelta (which I'm now thinking of as "the pouch porn") is getting a lovely polka of a beta, and I'm psyched to do a second draft tomorrow. I'm all excited about it.
In other news, I'm somewhat freaked out because without planning to at all, I went and told my best friend I'm bisexual. This is not a confession I routinely make, in the nonvirtual world -- the spouse knows, but I don't share it freely -- but it came up in conversation, and there was this moment where really my choice was to lie out loud with words ("Oh, yeah, I don't get that either") or to tell the truth.
It was terrifying.
She ... says I'm wrong. "You're not, really," she says.
This is reassuringly normal for her, actually, so my eye-rolling is much softened by relief. However, I still spent the rest of the afternoon feeling strangely freaked out. Guilty, actually, as if I'd done something wrong.
I think I don't tell the truth enough. I need more practice.
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In other news, I'm somewhat freaked out because without planning to at all, I went and told my best friend I'm bisexual. This is not a confession I routinely make, in the nonvirtual world -- the spouse knows, but I don't share it freely -- but it came up in conversation, and there was this moment where really my choice was to lie out loud with words ("Oh, yeah, I don't get that either") or to tell the truth.
It was terrifying.
She ... says I'm wrong. "You're not, really," she says.
This is reassuringly normal for her, actually, so my eye-rolling is much softened by relief. However, I still spent the rest of the afternoon feeling strangely freaked out. Guilty, actually, as if I'd done something wrong.
I think I don't tell the truth enough. I need more practice.
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Date: 5/26/04 05:44 pm (UTC)Gotcha. I guess, though, that if you're not out from the start, and it's not something that really comes up... when would you choose to rock the boat? Like, what - "Oh, by the way..."? So yeah, I can kinda see that. And when it did come up you didn't lie.
On the other hand, it does kind of give some credence to her, "No, you're not," response. Because I can understand her feeling that she should have somehow recognized it if it were true. Res, hon, you weren't amping up your stereotypical bisexual look! ;) (Wait, what *is* the stereotypical bisexual look? Lesbians get butch, gay guys get the good fashion sense...)
So the question of whom I might desire has been purely hypothetical for me for more than two decades, and its relevance to other people is something that I'm not consistently convinced of.
Gotcha. The only reason I can see it coming up would be in your politics, but it's not like there aren't glbt friendly straight folk.