melancholia

J., I love you, you know I do, but girl, sometimes your interpersonal homophobia rears its ugly head. So, you back off when you see my expression after you've said things like, "that's so gay, and in a bad way" and "you're not actually out of the closet; you don't have an open relationship with a girl" and "you can pass for straight, so you don't have it as bad".

First off: I'm not even going to touch the "gay in a bad way". Second: oooh my god enough of the "bisexuals have straight privileges" already! I get that enough from actual LGBTQ people. FYI, I hate passing. I hate it. I hate passing and I hate coming out, because I hate continuing to pass after I just came out. Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick! I can't come out of the closet, someone's wedged a chair under the goddamn handle.

Me: I'm bisexual, and -

Other person: No, you're not. / You're just confused. / You mean gay. (And having said that, I am still going to talk to you as if you're straight.) / You're only saying that because you're always looking for ways to make your life harder. / No, you're not, that's physically impossible for humans. / Have you prayed about this? / So you're an amoral hedonist. / You just haven't made up your mind. / It doesn't matter because it's not about ME.

Me: Uh, actually -

Second person: Why are we wasting time? We should talk about - blahblahblah straight privilege let me show you how you have it.

Me: *thinking* When the zombie revolution comes, they'll pass you over on account of how you have no brains.

Passing? Privilege? Aahahahahaha oh my god I could cry.