What It’s Like To Be A Bisexual Woman Married To A Man

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By Hannah
In two weeks, I will celebrate my second wedding anniversary with my best friend on the planet. Our life together is everything I could ever have asked for, and I can’t imagine ever having any regrets or growing old with anyone else. Yet sometimes, when I’m meeting someone new, I cringe a bit to myself when I include him in a story: “My husband and I…”
I was never a particularly feminine girl, and I came out as bisexual pretty much the second I set foot on my undergraduate campus. My career has been partially driven by my passion for queer issues and the push for equality under the law. At the Pride parade after New York passed marriage equality in 2011, I cried.
And then, two years later, I married a man.
My husband and I are polyamorous, and I have female partners as well as male. Sometimes I feel like I bring this up in conversation less out of any particular relevance and more as a defence mechanism — “See, I’m not straight; I like girls too!” Before we began exploring polyamory, I didn’t even dress as androgynously as I do these days — I wanted to, but I was afraid of being accused of appropriating someone else’s culture. Or, perhaps more truthfully, I was afraid I would be appropriating someone else’s culture.
Did I have the right to call myself queer while I benefited from all the perks of living like a heterosexual? I had vague visions of outraged lesbians calling me out and saying I was misleading people, that I was misrepresenting myself, that I wanted credit for something I hadn’t earned. From my conversations with friends in similar situations, it seems like this isn’t uncommon for bisexual or queer women who “marry straight” — the fear of taking the easy path, of “passing,” of not being gay enough to label yourself in the way that feels true to you.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten a bit more comfortable in my skin, and am less likely to define myself by other people’s expectations.

The issue of “biphobia” is one that often comes up in the media and in queer-centric conversations. Bisexual celebrities continue to baffle media outlets, which refer to Kristen Stewart’s girlfriend as her “gal pal” and tell Anna Paquin, to her face, that she “used to be bisexual” because she married a man. (Props to her, by the way, for shutting that right the hell down. It was a proud moment.)
In my own life, I’ve encountered my share of these attitudes, from straight and gay folks alike. I was welcomed with open arms into my college’s LGBT group — until the day I got a steady boyfriend. I was never explicitly uninvited from anything, but the temperature of my interactions with other members noticeably cooled, and I stopped going to meetings shortly thereafter. In the single-dating days of my early 20s, before I met my husband, I went on more than one date where the woman gave me the distinct vibe that she was testing me. When it became clear that my most formative past relationships had been with men, I could almost watch the women's interest dissipate. Obviously, this attitude isn’t universal, but when you encounter it enough times, as with any other prevalent social attitude, you start to wonder if maybe people are right about you.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten a bit more comfortable in my skin, and am less likely to define myself by other people’s expectations. I love my husband (and also my other partners) — and how that all works, and what I “consider” myself, isn’t really anyone’s business but ours.
Most days, I’m pretty good at remembering that. I spike up my hair, put on my tie, and head to work, where pictures of me in a long white dress, grinning at my husband-to-be, have a place of honor in my cubicle. Most days, if I were asked outright, I would have no issue identifying as a queer woman — and raising a disdainful eyebrow at anyone who questioned my right to do so. Most days.
But, some days, I still wonder if I’m quite gay enough.

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