I recently had the humbling realization that I have long been harboring the cliche arrogance of “I can change him.”
This past week has been quite a rollercoaster ride of emotions, preceded by nearly two decades of uncertainty.
As a break from my ranting, enjoy some fun news.
I think this is my last rant for a while. I realize that this has not been an active year for this blog and that most of my posts over the past two years have been rants, which are not generally sexy. That said, this is another rant.
Typically, when people argue the “slut” label often attached to the label “bisexual,” they state, “Bisexuality is not polyamory.” This is true, but I think fails to address the bigger point that bisexuality is not a checklist.
This is not going to be popular, and may even be deemed offensive by some. I am not trying to insult or be incendiary. That said, this is genuinely my opinion.
I think that the common, modern uses of the terms “pansexual” and “queer” are often employed to solve a problem that does not exist: that “bisexual” is too limiting. Some argue that the “bi” in “bisexual” means that a bisexual person can only be attracted to men and to women, not to more fluid dynamics.
Last week, I read a friend’s blog in which he noted that too-influential-crazy-person Mark Driscoll preached that each woman is made by Driscoll’s god as a home to some particular man’s penis. Yes, really. In case you have not read the excerpt, it is quite full of loopy.
Huh. I just realized that hating bisexuals is an extension of misogyny and phallic worship.
“Exsqueeze me?” you ask incredulously. It may seem odd, but follow me for a moment. Please excuse the sweeping generalizations and crude stereotypes along the path.
SwingBot learned the hard way that one of the sites we use, SLS, has a chat function… and its default setting is On.
SwingBot and I finally dragged ourselves to The CSPC on Saturday. We last tried over a year ago, planning to attend a rope bondage course. The drive there was so stressful, followed by our inability to find a parking spot (partially because the place was busy, but partially because we did not know what were legitimate spaces), that we gave up and simply drove back home. That wasted round trip took two to three hours.
With a commute like that, visiting The CSPC is not a light undertaking for people who dislike driving.