Let's see how quickly I can wrap this up (since I can't deny the urge to vent):
Two flicks: "The Hunger" 1984, and "Desert Hearts" 1986. The first (Sarandon and Deneuve---be still my shorts!

) turned "toying" w/ bi-ness into a recurrent fantasy. The second tipped the scale: "I get it!
I like girls!" Sheesh, it only took me till age
twenty-freakin-four to get a clue. And the schools said I was gifted . . .
Thus begins my young adulthood in Bi-Land. Well, maybe it "doubles your chances of getting a date" for some lucky bi's. Me? Gave me twice the chances of striking out!

Maybe because I kept falling for straight and/or confused girls (
still a little behind the curve). One or two seriously messed w/ my head . . . a guy did that too.
Went off to grad school, NYC 1990: a cornucopia of possi
BIlities, yet I end up w/ a guy. Who loves me (sort of), and accepts my bisexuality (we he
said he did), but Lil Love-Starved Me buys the whole
Let's Get Married and Have a Nice Normal Life. Seriously, it was OK for awhile . . .
After a few years, 3 things happen: 1)clinical depression hits, 2) I get *mega* into XWP, re-awakening my Grrl-Lust w/ a vengeance, and last but not least, 3) my HeavyDutyIndustrialRepressed
masculinity begins to re-emerge. If "Mr.Wonderful" could (
barely) tolerate the first two, the third was utterly
verboten---though being RepressConflict-type he was/is, I didn't know how over-the-line I was stepping. I thought I was being little more than my usual Tomboy Self; I was just being honest about it. Heck, when I bought my first suit at the thrift store, he was there w/ me, giving me fitting recommendations!
Well, to make this overly-long memoir not overly-longer, Mr. Wonderful, aka The
#@%$@&!!, walked out on me a year and a half ago, w/ the lawyer's summons soon thereafter. Mr. Wonderful v. GG was "settled" (blech!) last October. I gave that
%$@!! everything, and he kicked me to the curb. : -->
Oh yeah, when did I
know? There's a point in here somewhere!
As much as it's hurt me, at least I'm
free: free to be the Sexy B*tch I've always been (that's
butch or
bitch, depending on my mood and fashion-sensibility), free to lust after grrlz to my heart's (and gonads') content, free to explore just what it means to a 40-year old "Byke" w/ libido rising. Free to love and be loved w/o the straight (!) jacket of
"normality."Free to find my "Willow":
she's out there somewhere!
GG
Out