October 22, 2017
So if you are up for listening, I am ready to discuss my experience coming out as bisexual woman who doesn't really fit into any stereotype.
I always knew I was attracted to women physically. I used to sneak my friend's dad's playboy in the bathroom but that was the 80s so it was NOT socially acceptable.
I had fallen in love with men and had a very difficult time getting along with women so I realized that I wasn't straight or gay but I didn't know bi was an option.
I was a beautiful, feminine, brilliant young woman so men hit on me all the time but when I was in college I experimented for the first time with a woman on vacation to Florida.
When I went back to college, I had a woman become very obsessed with me so we did a three way with a guy who was hot for me. I did that because I felt it was the safest way to experiment without committing to one life style or another. She got very stalkerish and creepy and it freaked me out a bit.
Well, that story got out and I was in a very prestigious sorority. I was ostracized and shunned.
Then one day I was in a class and I saw someone. Wrote on the desk, Elyssa is a dyke. I was horrified. My Secret was out. How could I ever face the world again?
I was also a lipstick lesbian not attracted to butch women at all so this was all very confusing to me when I went out to gay bars because I didn't find the kind of women there attractive.
Also, since I knew I attraction to women was primarily physical, I was and still do only enjoy physical relationships with women it was all very confusing. I quickly retreated back into the safe cover and world of hetero relationships.
When I moved to NYC to do my first masters at Columbia I thought, wonderful! I can experiment with my sexuality in a more accepting environment without being shunned and call disgusting by my very judgmental sorority sisters.
One in particular who was my best friend at the time prior to her cheating with my love in college boyfriend who she later married cut me deep to the core. And to this day, every time I see her post on Facebook I remember the horrible things she said to me when she found out.
Then out came Basic Instinct. And bisexuality became all the rage and the sexual fantasy of men secretly hoping for a threesome. Let me assure you, gay or bi women are totally okay on their own. We're not waiting for some guy to make himself into an idol in his own head.
Most men can't even please one woman let alone two. So get that idea right out of your heads.
So in my junior year, Basic Instinct came out and I made the horrible mistake of seeing it with her so there was no doubt she was homophobic, and and extremely vocal about it causing me to basically disaffiliate from my sorority.
I remained friends with a few still to this day who are more open minded friends but never felt comfortable at events after that and retreated into my own world severely depressed feeling ostracized and isolated.
I still remember those words every time I see her post on Facebook and the majority of my sorority sisters just pretend not to know me or at least make it clear they don't want to.
They said my experimentation was a reflection on the entire sorority and I was called horrible names to my face and behind my back.
Then one day, I was extremely drunk. And I was being harassed by some fraternity boys after leaving the G-Man, a college bar we frequented. They had apparently heard through the grapevine and these uptight frat boys called me disgusting and were belligerent and rude.
Kerry Collins (yes, THAT Kerry Collins) who I knew and went out with a couple of times was the Quarterback of the football team and very much the Big Man on Campus.
He witnessed the whole thing and took me into his arms and kissed me deeply to point out that none of this made me any less of a woman or undesirable. It shut them up right away.
But by that point my friendships were so compromised I knew there was no turning back.
So when I moved to NYC I thought I could explore my sexuality on my own terms. But I was not into the bar scene and it was difficult to find a partner in crime who would be a wingman at gay bars.
I never quite found my footing in that Community either and then relocated to Nashville to do my PHD at Vanderbilt. That's when I got my first "girlfriend."
She too was bi and engaged so we world hook up yet still remained in a tight group of friends who were perfectly accepting.
That was the one and only girlfriend I ever had and the relationship ended once she got married but I remain friends with her husband to this day.
He didn't mind we were physically involved and in no way felt threatened by it. There were very clear boundaries and we were both drop dead gorgeous so would go to strip clubs where we would get ridiculous offers to go home with men (which we never did)
Got kicked out from a few due to all the attention we were getting g from men and the bouncers told us, "you're here to see the show, not be the show." But we had a wonderful summer surrounded by friends who were mature enough to handle our alternative relationship.
So ultimately we spent a summer frolicking at the pool, cooking out, driving men crazy because by that point bisexuality had become a cultural phenomenon but men were always under the impression that lesbians were there for their sole enjoyment. That is NOT the case. If I want a man, I'll find a man. If I want a woman, I'll find a woman.
As a girly girl, I never gave much thought to the transgender issue until I came across it around the time Caitlyn Jenner transitioned.
I expect several of you to pass judgment and block me after telling this story but I have reached a point where I am secure enough in my identity that I Wolfe rather not have you in my inner circle if you are here to judge me or use my sexuality as weapon against me.
I have several friends who a trans. You would NEVER know and I was shocked to find out. But just as it's important to lend my white privilege to empower minorities, I am using me voice to back the T (trans) as they are currently under attack from the dad right who think I'm going to hell or at least deserve to for not being married with children at my age.
I can assure you that this was not a cognizant CHOICE I made, but rather something I was born with.
I am beautiful, brilliant and educated and none of this changes become of my sexuality.
Gender and sexuality are both fluid. I feel like I missed the latest installment of the sexual revolution by maybe five or ten years but my adolescent and college years would have been so very different if my friends were more accepting and kept their fùcking mouths shut when I was going through the self discovery process. I regret that my experience was somewhat limited but glad that my "inner circle" now knows and accepts me for exactly who I am.
It was incredibly painful and confusing because I never felt Safe discussing with anyone until recently but feel it's important to get this out there as I know many of you have children that you hold to exceptionally rigid and unattainable standards.
Children are taking their own lives and still experiencing the kind of pain I did when I realized I could do or become absolutely anything except a typical average housewife and mother.
That's my story. What's yours??
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