Sexuality is a funny thing: It definitely falls into the “Nobody else’s business unless I chose to make it their business” category and it’s astoundingly rude to just randomly ask someone who they like to sleep with — unless you’re interested in dating someone, it has zero effect on your life. But at the same time I feel like it’s important for me to talk about it (on my own terms, of course), primarily for the same reason I talk about being transgender: because there might be someone else who’s confused and might find some relief in knowing they’re not the only one who feels the way they do.
So how do I define my sexuality? Well, the most honest answer I can give is…
It kinda just depends on what day it is.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve gravitated towards the term “queer”. There are still a lot of (justifiably) negative connotations to that word (and it’s certainly not one heterosexual people should ever just throw around), but it’s a very powerful feeling to “take back” an insult that was hurled at me so often when I was younger and purposely, proudly use it for myself. And…it just fits. It’s an ambiguous, fluid term for this thing that is my ambiguous, fluid sexuality. It’s kind of the anti-definition, when there really isn’t anything else that’s appropriate or even necessary. It encompasses everything that doesn’t fall within the hetero-normative “standard”, yet it’s not one specific thing. Lesbian? Yep. Bisexual? Yep. Pansexual? Yep. Asexual? Yep. Those can all fall under the queer umbrella, and I am all those things at some point or another, just depending on the day (or week, or month, or…)
There are times when I only really feel attraction towards women (that would make me a lesbian, for everyone who still doesn’t quite grasp the whole “transgender thing”). And there are times when I only feel attracted to guys (which would make me straight, repeat previous snark). I am also attracted to nonbinary, genderfluid and androgenous people, and I’m attracted to people completely irrespective of what’s between their legs or how they may (or may not) define or present their gender. And there are extended periods of time when I have absolutely zero sexual interest or attraction whatsoever.
For a long time, especially when I was younger, I felt like I had to define who I was attracted to, because that’s what society sort of subtly (or not-so-subtly) suggested: if someone asked you “What’s your sexuality?”, you were supposed to have an automatic answer (ignoring for a second the sheer rudeness of that question to begin with.) Whether it was straight or bi or whatever, there always seemed to be this pressure to fit into some kind of box just to make it easier on everyone else. When I came out as bi in high school, it was true then and it’s still true now…it just wasn’t the whole truth, although I didn’t know it at the time. We were more or less told that you’re either gay, straight or bi, only one of the three and that’s it — I never heard terms like “pansexual” or “asexual” at all, not until years and years later.
The older I got, the less sure I became. Not unsure in the sense that I was second-guessing who I was attracted to, but unsure in the sense that “bisexual” just didn’t seem exactly right. Despite struggling with my sexuality throughout much of my 20’s and “playing straight” for a while (that’s a whole other thing for another day), those attractions never really went away — but they also seemed to change at times (and all this on top of my increasing gender identity issues and alcohol problem. So yeah, that sucked.) It’s not like I would wake up and go “Okay, Mondays I’m gay, Tuesdays I’m straight, Wednesdays are Genital Pot Luck”…” or anything like that — I don’t choose it anymore than anyone else chooses who they’re attracted to. You just know, but in my case sometimes what I just know changes.
For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me because I couldn’t always pin down who I was attracted to or what my sexuality was, even though that was a thing society said I was supposed to be able to do. I wasn’t always attracted to women, I wasn’t always attracted to guys, I wasn’t always attracted to every gender all the time. But one of the big things that transitioning has coincidentally brought to me is a sense of acceptance and being at peace with the fact that I don’t have to pin it down — every so often, who I’m attracted to just changes and that’s okay. There’s no longer this weird sense of racing against the clock to “figure it out”, because I don’t have to! This is just who I am.
So how do I define my sexuality? I don’t, because I can’t — I’m just queer and I’m not ashamed to call myself that.
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