Late Sunday night, I decided to officially come out as bisexual, publicly, through an Instagram post. I don’t know if that was the proper etiquette for this sort of thing, is there a “proper” way to do “come out”? A tired, loathsome concept when you get down to it. I always told myself I would probably never announce myself as bi in a public forum like that. I mean why should I have to? Straight people don’t. Who I date or love or get into a sexual relationship with is no one’s business but mine.
Yet, at the same time, it did feel like it mattered, both in an annoying way and one that left me with a sense of urgency to get this off my chest. For years I’ve been in the online twitter community, I’ve been on Tumblr, I’ve been draped in the comfort of anonymity and comfort from peers who see the world the same as me and deal with many of the same issues. It wasn’t always great, social media is truly a toxic cesspool in a lot of ways, I harnessed some bad ideologies or got caught up in the mob mentality from time to time, but I’ve also learned so much. From reading, from studying, from talking to people all over the world, from people I met in college, from people I met passing through endless, listless, shitty summer jobs, I just collect things. I note specific anecdotes, reactions I would get from people over stating things I believe in deeply but was afraid to speak aloud.