Him: Okay. I’m ready to hear it. Tell me what you think of me.
Me: No. I’ve decided I don’t have an opinion.
Him: Don’t. Yes you do. You do have an opinion.
Me: Well, I’m doing a new thing where I don’t always say every single thought in my head. I’m trying to see what happens if I’m more judicious about what I say and who I say it to.
Him: Come on. Let me have it. I sat here and called you a hypocrite for half an hour, didn’t I?
Me: Yes, you did. That’s true.
Him: So, give me a piece of your mind, then.
Me: Well, okay… You’re here because you’re a fan, right?
Him: I was, yes. I was a fan.
Me: Right, and now you feel shortchanged and disillusioned?
Him: That’s strong language, but sure – I guess there’s a truth to what you’re saying.
Me: I feel shortchanged and disillusioned by you.
Him: What? What does that even mean? What did I do?
Me: Now that is a great question. What did you do? You did nothing. Nothing brave, nothing honest, nothing remarkably difficult, nothing noteworthy. You did nothing.
Me: In a world where people are coming out of the closet left and right, you sat back and did nothing. Think about this, Sam – is that your real name?
Him: No. It’s not. I didn’t want you saying my name if this meeting went south.
Me: Just illustrates more of my point, “Sam.” In a world where many, many people are coming out of the closet, you chose not to do that. You chose to contact me and tell me what a supreme hypocrite I am for not illuminating every single detail of my marital life to you, but you find it nearly impossible to say that you’re bisexual to your co-workers, family, and friends.
Him: Why would I say I’m bi, or identify as LGBTQ? Gay people are the lowest rung on the ladder, why would I place myself there?
Me: Don’t you think there’s a value to coming out? Aren’t there lonely, depressed, or even suicidal teenage kids out there – people who are bisexual like you – who could use a role model? Don’t you think the first step to eradicating the ‘bottom rung of the ladder’ mentality is to admit what and who you are to your colleagues, friends, and loved ones?
Him: Get real – me coming out of the closet isn’t going to change the way people view gay and bi people.
Me: Really? You can’t see the use in everyone coming out? Seriously? It takes bravery to change the world, and we will be the invisible minority for as long as we stay invisible. What’s more, you come here and call me a hypocrite for a half hour, but you’re too much of a coward to even say what you are.
Him: I don’t owe it to anyone. I don’t have to say I’m bisexual just to feel accepted for who I am. The gay community won’t accept us anyway.
Me: No, not with that attitude they certainly won’t. You’re projecting quite a bit onto me. You’re homophobic to the core, “Sam.” You’ve built yourself a prison of your own silence, your own isolation. You’ve allowed your actions and modes of self-expression to be determined by what other people think. You would rather follow the status quo than insist on a world that is fair to everyone – even if that means you, yourself, have to submerge and cover an essential part of your identity. You have decided to be what the neighbors expect you to be instead of what you really are, and it’s not me that you think is hypocritical. It’s not me you despise. I don’t owe you anything beyond 800 words, twice a week, and “Sam,” I don’t even really owe you that. You don’t hate me. You’re wading through a thick mire of self-hatred, and even as you choke on it you’re well aware you chose it yourself. Whatever contempt you may harbor for me is eclipsed by your own self-hatred. You despise yourself. You couldn’t possibly hate me as much as you hate you.
(There is a long pause. I look at his face, which has changed quite a bit.)
Me: I’m sorry. I didn’t want to say any of those things. Please forgive me? I’m probably off base anyhow.
Him: No. It’s pretty accurate, actually.
Me: Well, I’m still sorry. I didn’t 100% mean it.
Him: But part of you did.
Me: But part of me did, yes.
(There is another long pause.)
Him: Do you think I could have a hug?
Me: I’m married now.
Him: Oh, okay. Sorry.
Me: Just kidding. Hugs are always free.
(We hug, and change the subject, and walk a little further before saying goodnight.)
One thought on “MonDATE: Bisexuals and the Right to Privacy, Part Three”
Your argument is an old one, “there are people in China starving”.
In reference to your post, “what is your opinion of me”. And by the way, I presume the”me” person is you and he’s way to civil. My “me” would have told me to fuck off you little faggot piece of shit, I spit on you, and curse you, may you become straight, boring, common and live on Long Island next door to Bif and Buffy 82 year old swingers. Him: jeez I just wanted to get into your pants and sample your blueberry pie that you made for me . You are cute too.