There’s a reason the LGBTQI community uses rainbow images. Well, all right, several, but one is that the rainbow is a continual spectrum, one color slowly blending into another. There is no black and white. There are gradations rather than sharp delineations of color. We know that. We know that some of us are asexual, gender fluid, gender queer, trans*, but an odd thing still happens within the community that I find particularly puzzling.
Bi-erasure. Wikipedia defines it as “the tendency to ignore, remove, falsify, or reexplain evidence of bisexuality” and it’s something we would expect from certain sectors outside the LGBTQI spectrum, but sadly, it’s alive and well within the community. I’ve heard it too many times myself—and while I recognize that’s anecdotal, there are enough instances gathered out there to know that what I’ve heard is neither unique nor uncommon. “No one’s really bi.” “Bisexuals don’t exist.” “He was really gay. See? He’s with a man now.” “She was just experimenting.”
Bisexuals do not “get lucky” more often because they “have more choices.” An individual’s number of partners or success with same has no more to do with bisexuality than it does shoe size. Bisexuality is not a “phase” or a “cop out” because you don’t want to admit you’re gay. It means that the potential is there for attraction to either gender, and the potential that one might end up with either gender as a life partner. Life partner. Not one night stand. Not marrying a woman until one finds the right man.
The tendency is to slot the individual into whatever comfortable nook fits the current situation. She married a woman, therefore, she’s a lesbian. He married a woman, oh, he finally decided he was straight. Sadder still is that there’s a tendency to perpetuate the myths and the erasure in our romances. The categorization of “gay for you,” while certainly possible, (a largely straight individual falls for that one special person of the same gender) is often a misnomer for a story in which a bisexual person happens to fall in love with someone of the same gender. Some readers and writers just don’t want to say it. There isn’t even a Listopia listing for bisexual characters in books on Goodreads (a YA category, yes, but not one for adult romance.)
It’s possible, partly, that this just wasn’t something most of us were thinking about, simply being unaware that what we were doing was bi-erasure. Sometimes, I think it’s quite willful. I will say that I have started seeing more bi characters portrayed as bi characters in the last year, which is encouraging. Books like Rhys Ford’s Tequila Mockingbird portray bi characters as unambiguously bi and not simply as greedy, promiscuous or confused. Most of the fae in my Endangered Fae books are bi. They don’t even consider that some humans might find it odd.
Say it with me, folks. Bisexuals are real, not mythical beasts, and are no more promiscuous, confused, or “sitting on the fence” than any other part of the rainbow. When a bi woman marries a man, she isn’t suddenly straight. When a bi man marries a man, he isn’t suddenly gay. Bisexual. Just another color gradient on the rainbow.
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About Angel Martinez
Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres who writes mainly Science Fiction and Fantasy with gay heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.
Lost and starving, Finn wakes to a poisoned world, but a man comes to him, a white light in the darkness—can a centuries old pooka find what he needs with a heartbroken, modern man?
When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when he discovers Finn is an ailing pooka, poisoned by the city’s pollution. To help him recover, Diego takes him to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit: the wendigo.
While they struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Kill the monster and navigate a relationship between a modern man and a centuries old pooka. Piece of cake.