Or another way to put it: How does it feel to be bisexual? (From a male perspective)
First and foremost it feels like a gift. To look at both men and women and recognize the beautiful distinctions in both, to be attracted to the physical and emotional differences, to be aware of your attraction to both and be able to allow yourself to feel the natural harmony inherent in these feelings, is one of life’s greatest rewards.
There’s something about being a man, looking at another man, realizing he’s attractive, realizing you would like to know him, spend time with him, perhaps even touch him. There’s the mystery and magic of seeing another man naked, seeing his body as something beautiful, attractive, sensual, inviting. There’s something about being at one with another man’s mind, relating to it, identifying with it, sharing that particular man his innermost thoughts. There’s something about being a man who can be intimate with another man, to know the joy of exploring a body similar to your own, a masculine kiss, the sensation of holding his genitals in your hand, their texture and weight, their ever changing size and shape, their warmth, their taste, always aware of their purpose, and yes, the feel of his penis inside. There’s something about trusting another man, of knowing him so well you can share with abandon all of the secret treasures of your sexuality.
There’s something about all these things that are hard to define, hard to put into words, though these irresistible elements cannot be denied no matter how severely we are indoctrinated, no matter how completely these notions are condemned. The power of of our instincts will always flourish; they are part of us and cannot and will never vanish.
There’s a feeling of being set apart from the general brotherhood of man, a recognition of certain facets of life that other men don’t seem to have or understand, and you feel a certain pity for them because they don’t have the gift, or they don’t allow themselves to identify it. You believe if only all of mankind were bisexual, were to acknowledge it, then our collective ideology would be free to create institutions, such as marriage, with broader colors, and create a society free of unnatural taboos and narrow minds.
Yet, for most bisexual men, there is another, perhaps even more important, facet to his persona. Though he wants to connect with and is inspired by other men, he recognizes his overwhelming attraction to women; he recognizes her uniquely feminine perspective, her softness, her exquisite shape and the purpose of her body, her strength, her insights and intuitions, her powerful capacity to love, her ability to make his life complete. He recognizes his desire to love her, to make a home with her, to build a life with her, to grow old with her.