I'm always figured that bisexual meant you were picky about the person but not the gender. Willing to admit to being wrong on that, but it's something I picked up on in college when one of the boys went for the pretty.

So I've spent half the morning talking about tomorrow's storm and what's going to happen. It sounds like the odds are pretty good for a snow day, which would be amazing. I told my team I'd be in if the office is open, because in general I hate working from home and I live so close (and have no leave time yet), but I now think that was basically ridiculous. So now I'm just hoping for a snow day!!!

I really need to eat more plants, especially at lunchtime, but the chopped salad line intimidates me.

I'm always figured that bisexual meant you were picky about the person but not the gender. Willing to admit to being wrong on that, but it's something I picked up on in college when one of the boys went for the pretty.

Well, I haven't always been picky about the person...

If you want to get complicated/precise, it's going to be "feels sexual attraction to own and different genders" which isn't always the same, apparently, as "feels romantic attraction to own and different genders" which would be biromantic. You could be bisexual & hetero or homoromantic (I've known people who could be described by both these, though the homoromantic ones I know have always identified as lesbians, even when they randomly hooked up with dudes on the regular) and biromantic but, say asexual. Or bisexual and aromantic. Precise as these labels are, I occasionally--by which I mean often--feel that the more granular you get, the more they become helpful more for sorting out dating than they are for, I dunno, fighting oppression. But that's me being old and cranky.

Really, "not straight" should be all we need for banding together and fighting oppression, all the gradations and different flavors should only matter to us and the people we have relationships (or casual fun) with.

The whole not "touching" people because they are a gender that you have had a sexual relationship with in life is making me very cranky. I would be perfectly delighted to hug, snuggle, hold hands or be generally affectionate with lots and lots of my friends, including all y'all that are huggers. This is a whole other thing than an interest in or invitation for sex!!!

Yeah, it takes some kind of ignorance to fail to see how an "ugh! Cooties!" reaction would be offensive.

Really, "not straight" should be all we need for banding together and fighting oppression, all the gradations and different flavors should only matter to us and the people we have relationships (or casual fun) with.

Wrod. Which is one of the reasons I get salty when Tumblr Kids insist that queer is a slur.

Zen, I'm sorry about the asshat.

Precise as these labels are, I occasionally--by which I mean often--feel that the more granular you get, the more they become helpful more for sorting out dating than they are for, I dunno, fighting oppression.

And woe unto people who use a label that's extremely helpful but other people believe doesn't exist. (I realize that can apply to "bisexual," though I was thinking of "demisexual.")

Zen, I'm sorry you had the experience, but glad it was early in what would certainly have developed into a toxic relationship.

I hold my biromantic demisexual designation close, because after a lifetime of confusion and feeling "wrong," it explains *so* much. But I use queer when there's no time, purpose, or point for explaining 'biromantic demisexual' to strangers.