I am a bisexual woman. I have known that I am bisexual for twelve years. I have never been in the closet. Not everyone knows my orientation, but that's not because I'm ashamed of it or keeping a secret. It just has nothing to do with some parts of my life, and so it doesn't come up.
I pass easily for straight. I strongly prefer men. I have never dated a woman. I have never been intimate with a woman. I don't really think it's likely that I ever will. But I have had crushes on women. I have been in love with a woman. And if there is a right person out there for me, he might be a man or she might be a woman, and I refuse to limit my chances of happiness by denying the possibilities.
I have gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered friends. So do my parents. I was raised to judge people by their words and deeds, not by who they find attractive. Nor by their anatomy, or skin color, or for that matter what kinds of pets they have or what they like on their pizza. The differences do matter. They shape who we are. If everyone were the same, the world would be a very dull place. But we're all people, we're all human beings, and none of us is lesser because of any of these things.
It is my dearest hope that someday, somehow, a whole generation can be raised the way I was, and that discrimination and prejudice can be concepts seen only in the history books and not in the streets and the newspapers.
(cross-posted to Facebook)