By Sierra K Baker I knew when I saw through They put me in pink but I liked the turquoise blue When high school came, to the guys I could relate Because just like them, it was the girls I prefer to date Twenty-five years later and I feel the same Bisexual life was never…
My Bi and Sexual Epiphany
By Chiquita Violette Looked once. Blinked twice. Questioned thrice. Thought about it to myself one more time. Got it fully that last time. “She’s just got lovely eyes.” So what? “She just has a magnetic personality.” That’s cool. “She just possesses an intriguing intellect.” Smart is always awesome. “Whoa! Look at those curves….” Stop staring….
For All Who Are Between Lovers
By Carole Spearin McCauley I dreamed the Perfect She: tall, willowy, peach-skinned with softest hair at neck’s nape where my fingers linger. Earning a living, she is of course politically correct. A tigress in bed but a lady at the office, where male execs defer to her. If she’s in my dreams, why not my…
When Holly met Cindy…and James
By Holly Lynn Danyliw When did I know I was bisexual? Good question, but for me, knowing I was bisexual and accepting it are two very different stories… I think from a very early age, I ‘knew’ I was attracted to girls. I had crushes on them as far back as fourth grade. Often, I…
Dana Peleg, Tel Aviv, Israel
By Robyn Ochs Dana Peleg was born in 1969 and raised in Kiryat-Haim, a suburb of Haifa, Israel. She lives with her partner, Mimi Peleg and their seven-year-old son, Boaz Wilde Peleg in Tel Aviv, Israel. From 2004 until 2009 they lived in Santa Cruz, California, where their son was born in 2004, and they…
The Bisexual National Anthem
By Hana Maris (sung to the tune of, hmm, oh yeah, “America the Beautiful”) Oh beautiful for open mind And opportunity A spirit wide and soaring high Past limits, we can see Bisexual! Bisexual! I am proud to be! A joyous way To live each day We’re whole, balanced, and free Oh beautiful for willing…
The Scarf
By Casey Lyons 10/2010 It moves me so I mourn for those who miss the point, who think a woman’s body something vile, grotesque, that must be covered up, lest it offend the pious. Allah did not create a foul thing for her to hide under tightly wrapped layers of fabric, but a divine thing,…
The Better Question
By Lisa Shugert Bevevino After 70 hungry days and their restless nights, curled in bed I woke up, and the question changed. Good God, why can’t I just decide? as absent as the fine white hairs I’d waxed, plucked from my face to hide the starvation, and there, right there, almost aloud—Can You love me…
Polina Skibinskaya, A Tri-national Bisexual from Ukraine, US and Canada
By Robyn Ochs Polina Skibinskaya: I was born in Odessa, Ukraine, back when it was part of the Soviet Union. Odessa had a spirit similar to New York: it has its own slang, a rich dark comedy culture, and a sort of romanticized history of mafia wars. A person from Odessa can usually be spotted…
A Garden of Lovers
By Diane Verrochi Hyacinths, bay laurel, and lily-of-the-valley surround the ethereal shrine and are tended by well-husbanded bees, each a reminder of one of Apollo’s loves: Hyakinthos, Daphne, Narcissus, Kyrene. At the shrine’s earthly counterpart, I make offerings in thanks for many things, including the daily reminder that falling in love with both women and…