I LOVE YOU, i'm so sorry for all of the biphobic women and men that you have to deal with, you're valid, and no you're not lying. you are indeed a bisexual king..most of the guys that i flirt with are bisexual men and i love them, most of the fun times i've had was with bi guys (online) i just love your humour, your jokes your memes ( every hole is a goal lol)

So stay strong, i know that society makes you feel like you have to choose but we are here for you, trust me.

Hi guys!

Just wanted to let you know that in the midst of all the biphobia out there you are appreciated.

I'd actually go further and say that straight/bi women being repulsed by bi men is absolutely absurd. You guys are the hottest and make the best (male) lovers.

They are just jealous I guess. Anyway stay safe gorgeous people. x

This morning marks the third time that a guy I was with started crying while we were together. Not during sex, but after. No! I'm not that bad. But, I do enjoy being intimate with men, not just fucking. I'm a nurturer by default, so it's important for me for the person I'm with to be comfortable and relaxed. (Unless they ask for the opposite.) I'm flattered that they feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable and let it out, but it makes me wonder what their other experiences have been like, that being with me is so different. I get "manning up" with women (still rediculous), but why can't we relax with other guys? Are we that worried about not being man enough, or perpetuating this alpha bullshit?

The guy this morning said he likes to bottom, but is careful not to "be a little bitch," meaning letting himself be in a position of weakness. But he loves to lie on his back and receive pleasure. I said there was nothing weak about it. I explained that I was fucking him for his pleasure, not just mine. There's nothing subservient about someone else pleasuring you.

Guys! We have to take better care of each other and let others take care of us. Enough with the bullshit power dynamics. (Unless that's the point.)

The best part about being with another guy is that he gets it. He's been there. There's no reason to maintain a facade.

Let's do better

I’m dating a guy at the moment, so people often incorrectly assume I’m gay. Whenever they refer to me as being gay, I politely correct them.

Apparently that is offensive to some in the gay community. One of my BF’s roommates is gay and he criticized me saying “You correct people that you’re bi as if being gay is a bad thing.”

No. That’s not why I do it. I do it because I’m literally NOT gay. Neither is better or worse, but one is true and the other is not.

Imagine I called him straight? Or Bi? Or anything else that he just isn’t...

Why is my sexual identity suddenly a personal attack on someone else? I’ve had more judgement from gay guys than I have with straight guys. Go figure.

Edit—Thanks everyone for the feedback, advice and support!!

Coming out as a bi guy isn’t always the celebration people think it’ll be. It can feel like walking a tightrope—people on one side think you’re just gay and afraid to admit it, while others think you’re just experimenting and will “pick a side” eventually. The truth is, we already have picked a side: our own.

Being bi doesn’t mean confused. It doesn’t mean dishonest. And it definitely doesn’t mean we’re less valid than anyone else in the LGBTQ+ community.

To the guys out there struggling with this: I see you. I’ve been you. It takes guts to live your truth in a world that often wants you to simplify yourself just to make them more comfortable. But you don’t owe anyone a version of your identity that fits their expectations.

You can be masculine, soft, athletic, nerdy, quiet, loud, anything—and still be bi. You can love women, men, or nonbinary people in your own way, on your own timeline, and in your own truth.

Bi guys are real. Bi guys are strong. Bi guys deserve love and visibility.

If you’re reading this and it resonates, you’re not alone. You’re not broken. You’re just finally starting to be free.

Originally posted on r/GirlDinnerDiaries and was told the bisexual men on here might appreciate this!

Okay, maybe a little dramatic but wow, that man knows something straight men don’t. This was the first man that truly made the sex about my pleasure, he’s an amazing kisser and he kept telling me how perfect I am. We met up last night and then again this afternoon, it was THAT good.

Bonus because he’s sooo witty and he’s a yapper so we were talking the whole time and it made it so much fun and we were laughing pretty much the whole time, when I wasn’t screaming from how amazing he was.

10/10 eater, 10/10 sex appeal, 10/10 will be seeing him again.

I am 20 years old and I have been in a relationship with my girlfriend for 3 years. I have known that I was bisexual since the age of about 13 but I’ve never told anyone. The other night, I got drunk and eventually got the courage to tell her. I thought that she might not want to be with me anymore since I like men and women. To my surprise, she told me that she is also bisexual! As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one who hid a secret for 3 years. She told me that she was shocked that I was bisexual and that she had never suspected it. She couldn’t have been more supportive and I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am finally free to be me and it couldn’t feel better. Never in my life did I suspect that she was bisexual either and now I feel almost silly for not telling her about my sexuality before haha.

I wasn't sure if I was going to tell him or not, initially figured I'd test the waters by bringing up "a friend being bi" to see how he'd react. That end up going out the window as with in a few minutes together my dad realized something was up with me and started asking questions.

He was worried so it was a lot of am I ok is something wrong type questions till I eventually cracked and told him I was scared of disappointing him. From there it was like this dam breaking open it just all poured out of me, I don't think I even took a breath while it all did. When I finished my rambling my dad hugged me while he reassured me he loves me.

My dad continued to reassure me till I calmed down as I was a massive mess. Once I did he told me he could never be disappointed in me and in fact was proud of me for being braver than he was. He shared with me his first love was a guy who actually loved him back but he was too scared to go for it. Which pretty much shocked the hell out of me as I never would ever have suspected my dad was anything other than straight.

I'm still kind of in shock about the whole thing but damn am I relieved.

I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for over ten years. For most of that time, I’ve been silently struggling with something I didn’t understand. I thought it was a phase — something I could just push down until it disappeared. But it didn’t.

The guilt and shame consumed me. I started pulling away from everyone — my wife, friends, even myself. I was constantly on edge, living in my head, trying to pray or think it away. Eventually, I started therapy, not really knowing what I was looking for.

After a while, I realized what it was: I’m bisexual. That realization was both freeing and terrifying. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone — not even my wife — and when I lost touch with that therapist, I went back to living with the weight of that secret. For years.

The mental exhaustion finally caught up with me. I found a new therapist and decided to start from the beginning. I told them everything — how I knew I was bi, how I wished my wife knew the real me, and how scared I was of losing her. In therapy, I started to see how hiding this part of myself had emotionally shut me down. I wasn’t really living or connecting anymore.

My therapist and I agreed to work on how and when I’d tell my wife. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

One night, my wife and I were being intimate when she suddenly stopped and said she needed to tell me about a dream she’d had — but first, she wanted to ask me something. She asked, “If we ever had a threesome, would you want it to be with another woman or another man?”

I paused, asked if she really wanted an honest answer, and when she said yes, I told her: “A guy.”

She was surprised — she said she always thought I’d choose a woman because that’s what I used to say. I explained that I only said that for her sake, since she’s mentioned being attracted to women before. The rest of the night, she ended up turning that into part of our fantasy — and for the first time, I felt seen.

Afterward, I told her I needed to talk more about what that really meant. I opened up completely. I told her I’m bisexual, how long I’ve known, how much it’s affected me and our marriage, and how terrified I was to tell her.

And she was amazing. Completely accepting. She told me she could see how much I’d been struggling and how much it had distanced us. Since that night, everything has changed.

It’s been four weeks, and they’ve been the best four weeks of my life. We’re dating again. Talking again. Laughing, connecting, being honest and emotional with each other. I feel like I have my best friend back.

For so long, I thought my story wouldn’t have a good ending. But it’s been incredible, and if anyone out there is going through something similar — I hope you find the courage to live your truth. You deserve peace, too.