I’ll never forget the first time I met another bisexual man. As someone who felt like the only bi boy in the world, I wanted to run over and hug him.
However, when I eventually got talking to this friend of a friend, things could not have gone worse. Forget never meet your heroes, never meet your fellow bi guys.
I was basically shut out from all conversation and told I was secretly gay – by a bisexual man. That hurt. I thought meeting another bisexual would mean we would instantly be friends, that we would have so much to talk about, that it would be us against the world.
Since then, I’ve met a bunch of lovely bisexuals, where we have shared those meaningful conversations, traded notes on the monosexuals and fostered friendships.