Clare Balding for years.Once, having dated a few women off and on, I used to call myself bisexual. But then I got engaged to a heterosexual man and using the label “bisexual” started sounding silly – like I was desperately trying to cling onto my youth or keeping one foot out the door with an eye on escaping.
When I was engaged, calling myself bisexual just seemed a reminder of my inability to commit.But then I left my fiancé and I fell for a woman, and started thinking that perhaps I was a bit bisexual again.
Or at least somewhere on the Kinsey scale.When I tell the gay men in my life that I’ve fallen for a woman they seem sceptical. “You’re not really a lesbian,” Martin says. “You like sleeping with men too much.”The rest of my friends don’t seem very bothered – they’ve seen me date other women before.
As usual they cynically wonder if I’m just doing something so I can write about it. Or perhaps this time I really have found “the One’.
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