A Bi-Positive Article in the Times of India

A refreshing, very bi-positive article in the Times of India by , an English language paper in India with a daily circulation of three million.

Are You Swinging? (The title of this article; I take it to mean swinging both ways.)

“The conversation veered towards ex lovers when suddenly Sayok said, ‘I have a confession.’ Having been engaged for over a year, I knew about all his ex’s as he did about mine, so I was unperturbed. But his revelation ripped me apart,” confesses a teary-eyed Suparna, adding, “He said that during his college and early professional life, he’d been in physical relationships with men. I was shell-shocked. I asked if he was gay, to which he replied, “No, at this point I’m totally into you, but yes, I’ve desired men in my past. I guess I’m bisexual.”

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Even as Suparna grapples with the complexities of her fiancé’s sexual leanings, we can’t help wondering, if bisexuality is the latest joyride in the carnal carnival. Once considered the pleasure tool of the cocooned cocktail class or sexually adventurous Hollywood A-listers like Angelina Jolie and Ricky Martin – bisexuality is no longer an intimate personal preserve dwelling in the shadows, beyond our grasp. Today, it could be your best friend, your husband, or even your favourite youth icon.

Twenty-six-year-old copy-writer Maya Patil, who discovered she was ‘bi’ purely by ‘accident’, claims, “On a business trip to Pune, I was sharing a room with a married female colleague. We got talking and soon we found ourselves sexually drawn towards each other. We were scared that society may label us as ‘frustrated lesbians,’ but to my surprise, once we started talking to our friends we found a lot of them had swung both ways. My lover has now come clean to her husband who understands her sexual preferences. She doesn’t love him any less … and I’m not jealous,” says Maya.

Psychiatrist Dr Harish Shetty explains why bisexuality is now ‘coming out’? “Bisexuality, a natural human character, is latent in every human being. It’s just that some people prefer to keep their desires dormant, while others make a conscious choice to pursue their sexual identity more vociferously.”

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Searching for Answers

You might say it was an awkward time in my life, or a period of self-discovery, or a journey down an unknown new path.  It was certainly a time of self-doubt.  Fresh out of a failed marriage of fourteen years, father of two teenage girls, fighting wars on many fronts in the world of business, doubting my ability to be a satisfactory husband,  just one thing dominated my thoughts.  One thing unrelated to all the other events in my life.

I say unrelated–maybe it wasn’t.  The marriage was such a dismal experience, maybe my curiosity about men had a more significant meaning than I had realized.  The notion of exploring a relationship with with another man had moved to the forefront of my thoughts.  The curiosity had evolved into a single-minded ambition.  If I wasn’t cut out to be a satisfactory husband, maybe I was cut out to be a buddy.  Possibly an intimate buddy.  It was simply a matter of meeting the right guy.

In the days before the Internet, the prospects for finding a like-minded friend were slim.  Gay bars weren’t for me–I wasn’t gay.  Though I had recognized my attraction to men, I was still enormously attracted to women, just wasn’t sure I was compatible with them.  The only alternative at the time was a discreet message in the personal section of a popular local newspaper.

One day, after a string of disappointing results, I opened a letter from Larry, which included his picture.  Dumbfounded, I stared at his image, immediately smitten.  Something about his appearance and the words he had written gave rise to an instant connection.  I wanted to get him on the phone immediately, but had to settle for the long process of contacting him through the mail.  We eventually arranged a rendezvous in the lobby of a large hotel.

Of course it was awkward.  His first time and mine doing something like this.  He looked as good in person as he did in the photograph.  We eased into a conversation and started to get to know each other, our anecdotes, missives and confessions uniting us as like-minded men.  Like me, though the circumstances were vastly different, he was at the end of a less than desirable marriage.  Like me, he was tall and thin.  His curiosity equaled mine.  Other than that, we had nothing in common, which, I believe, is exactly why our friendship became so exciting and interesting.  He was an executive with a high-end retailer; me, founder of an auto parts manufacturing company.  Our paths in life couldn’t have been more different.  As our first conversation drew to a close, he suggested we get a room.

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