Best Bi Short Stories: Bisexual Fiction

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Lauren is already frontally nude — by this point— and her light-green top drifts away from her at the surface of leftward-moving, choppy water. I returned to my friend's house last night. This was the first time I'd seen him since the incident last week. I had been mentally preparing myself for a few days leading up to this visit, trying to put that incident out of my mind and act like this was just any other visit. That's easier said than done. I wouldn't beat yourself up about it. Why? Well, you were insanely drunk and so was he. Hopefully, you wouldn't have done anything with him were you sober, but since your inhibitions were lowered... Plus, he has an equal amount of responsibility in what happened. He might have been drunk as well, but it isn't like you told him to pull down his pants, and it wasn't like he was saying no - after all, he wanted to go even further than you let him. The craziest moment we had been when Matt first arrived at our house. The first time John changed him he peed all over John.” We’ve talked on the phone and exchanged text messages a few times over the past few days, but still haven’t met face-to-face since this all happened. I do have plans to go hang out with him in a couple of days.

So what I am saying is, don't be surprised if this does not go well for you. Also, my 'straight' friend was single. Yours is not. You have to consider that you just enabled him to cheat on his girlfriend. Not a good situation to put yourself in. As soon as we arrived to the house Jen’s family asked John’s truth or dare. They all decided on dare. The reason for this is probably because same-sex relationships of any kind, even if they are merely experimentation or exploration of one’s sexuality, are immediately connected with how manly the guy is or how macho he is, and some people in the society decide that he is not worthy of respect or does not have the same value as others.This is extremely unfortunate because one needs to be able to experiment with and explore their sexuality without any worries of what that means for their gender identity, and this is not something that one should be deprived of.

Here’s how that plays out for me: I find myself attracted to people of all genders, although some far more often than others. Most of my romantic and sexual behavior has been with cis men and cis women, but not all of it, and I choose not to actively go out of my way to date (particularly cis) men. I identify as bisexual and pansexual interchangeably because those words describe my experience of attraction to all genders; I also identify as queer, particularly politically. But I make a point to use the term bisexual as often as possible to combat the notion that someone else’s idea of bisexuality defines me. A 2015 report from the Equality Network in the United Kingdom surveyed 513 bisexual respondents, 48 percent of whom experienced biphobia in medical offices when trying to access services and 38 percent of whom received unwanted sexual comments about their orientations when trying to access these services. Sixty-six percent of respondents felt they needed to pass as straight when attempting to access medical care, and 42 percent felt that they needed to pass as gay or lesbian. He softly chortles to himself shaking his head, which was a pretty corny couple of things to do after his repetitious joke, even making his nervousness more conspicuous by batting a hand . . . somewhat effeminately, in truth . . . toward them. Due to a heightened sense of self-awareness, he grows very solemn again. "Nevermind. Who wants to ask me to do what— Tonya, Lauren?"

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At any rate, a few weeks ago, on a Friday night – Mike busted out some 420. This wasn’t a surprise because in the past, we’ve shared a smoke together. Your friend likely regrets that this situation took place just as much as you do. He probably knows that you remember some of what happened that night, and he’s probably worried about your friendship just as much as you are. Try to act normal around him, and remember how important your friendship is. The more you act normal around him (even if it feels weird on the inside), the more it will genuinely start to feel normal again. This will take time, but I promise that it’s worth it for the sake of your friendship.

I think cheating is wrong. I also believe that people make mistakes and can learn from those mistakes. It seems probable that your girlfriend will not find out about this incident unless you specifically tell her. Assuming that you've learned your lesson and are genuinely contrite, I stand by my earlier statement that I don't how telling your girlfriend can make the situation any better. The phone call lasted maybe an hour, but it seemed liken an eternity. We probably went over the details of that night at least 3 times. He would ask me to repeat certain parts (maybe to see if my story would change or not). He continued to maintain that he didn’t remember anything. I explained that I hadn’t brought it up because I knew it would be uncomfortable for him. I apologizeI remember thinking it was kind of messed up but went along with it. He said it was my turn Reciprocal Do you think she’s going to be understanding enough to hear your story and realize that it was just something that occurred as a result of you being wasted and doubling-up on Klonopin? I’m not sure that most women would be that understanding. Tonya has wandered over to the farther away end of the pool. She searches for something; meanwhile her bare thigh gently taps against the fourth step leading to ground. She finally finds her handbag, toward the left and resting only inches from the pool’s edge. She fumbles with something inside of the purse, most likely a bottle of perfume or some kind of compact.

The important thing to understand when your partner is not able to accept that you experimented with other guys, is how do you feel about how she views your past or when gives you a weird look when you talk about your experimentation?

The whole thing went down near the end of my freshman year at a party, at which people from the whole dorm floor were drunk and celebrating, carelessly streaming in and out of each other’s rooms, following the various different pop songs until one room took their fancy. I can remember, although I'd had some drinks, sitting alone in my friend’s room on a single bed, the mattress overly springy and with a coarse plastic coating, attempting to stream a song over our dorm’s spotty Internet connection. Who's first," says Tim, raising his wet hand and waving it. "I'll go," he says. "Do me. Hey — everyone hear that — I just said do me. That's hilarious." I started dating my first love, a woman, when I was 15. It was with her that I had my first sexual experience. I was very comfortable identifying as bisexual then. I had crushes galore, and gender felt irrelevant to my attractions. I also helped start the Gay/Straight Alliance at my high school. Sure, people mistook me for a lesbian and hurled associated slurs at me, but I felt solid in my bisexuality. my advice is just to pretend like it didn't happen. obviously he is doing that, so just follow his lead and erase it from your memory banks. bringing it up is only going to cause drama.