For 8 years, I identified as a lesbian. That has (clearly) changed since, and I now consider myself bisexual. To me, that means that I have the true ability to fall in love with either sex, with a willingness to share life together… In and out of bed. For me at least, my sexuality has been fluid and malleable, and I’ve allowed that. Some of the deepest, most profound love I have experienced was with another woman. It did not differ from the love I have felt for the men I have shared my life with. I saw a future with the partners I committed to, regardless of their gender.
In my return to personal blogging, starting with this post, I have been contemplating just how much I am going to share of myself here. It’s a double-edged sword, public sharing of personal topics. The act of speaking alone invites judgement, and not everyone will agree with what I present here. That can be challenging to deal with and it may make you question whether or not it is worth it to bother at all.
Writing and sharing your personal story is a healthy and incredibly productive thing to do. This article in the New York Times spotlights numerous studies wherein those who wrote or made videos about their “stuff” (in this case, academic struggle) for both themselves and to be shared with others, became more positive, productive, and emotionally healthy. The results of these studies made a profound difference to the control groups in both short term and long term ways.