Discussing Bisexuality in Books AND IN LIFE

A Bookish Bi

Since it’s Bisexual Visibility Month and I’m annoyed with the world again for multiple reasons including the goddamn marriage equality postal vote in Australia, I present to you a post. It’s long. I’m sorry.

This is primarily aimed at discussing the content of books with bisexual protagonists, but some parts will apply to other marginalised groups, and to life in general because people are dicks everywhere.

Before we go further, a reminder: I use the term bimisia to talk about hostile attitudes towards bisexuality, because -misia = hatred or dislike. You can also use the suffix for other forms of aggression such as homomisia,amisia (anti-asexual) or aromisia (anti-aromantic). The -phobia suffix used to talk about bigotry can harm people with actual phobias, and also often obfuscates the reality of bigoted attitudes that are typically described using it anyway.

With the housekeeping out of the way, let’s get talking.

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Discussing Bisexuality in Books AND IN LIFE

This the Common Air That Bathes the Globe

That’s what she said.

That’s what he said.

That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.


Said it to each other

Said it across long distance phone calls

and short distance pillow talks.

Said it to the mirror,

probably not often enough.

Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,

and, in face licks and tail wags,

definitely had it returned

in ways other than words.

Said it on accident.

Said it too soon.

Said it too late.

Said it amidst arguments

that were never worth having.

Said it during love making

which was definitely worth having.

Said it to unborn children

Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.

Said it to our parents

Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently

when we were low on cash.

Said it to the sky.

Said it to the stars.

Said it late at night

to new friends in old bars.

Said it in too many languages to count.

Said it soft,

then said it loud,

then said it louder,

and when it still wasn’t said loud enough

we created a Facebook event page

and invited everyone

so that we could all set our clocks just right

and simultaneously say it at the same time,

and after we did,

the earth grew a little quieter,

see, somehow we all collectively decided,

that anything that was ever worth saying,

had already been said.

I love you.


This the Common Air That Bathes the Globe