Greedy: Notes from a Bisexual Who Wants Too Much

by Jen Winston

But in your heart, you can’t deny that bisexuality has never felt queer enough. It’s never felt queer enough to talk about. It’s never felt queer enough to take up space. It’s never felt queer enough to lead you to community, or to show you who you are.

Algorithms have clearly determined you’re a bisexual, a social justice warrior, or a slut (if you’re lucky, all three)!

I now know that no sexuality requires proof, and that you don’t have to hook up with anyone of any gender for your identity to be legit.

“Bisexual” is another word that feels dramatic—we’re not sure if we deserve it.

I knew I had the right to be myself, but since I’d spent most of my life reaping the benefits of straight privileges, shouldn’t I avoid taking up space?