Today is International Celebrate Bisexuality Day, did you know? I'm quite tickled by how it falls just after my birthday, as though it were just one in a week-long seminar series called Celebrate Aspects of khalinche
's Identity Week. The Highlands and Islands Society of London is having a ceilidh
on Saturday, after all - maybe tomorrow there could be a Bolivian anthropology workshop, and a food festival on Friday? That'd be great. Anyway. Here are some reasons to celebrate bisexuality today:
1. To make up for the way that no one bloody notices us the rest of the time. I listened to 'The Reunion' on Radio 4 the other day, the programme where they bring people involved in historic events back together to reminisce about it. The discussion this week was about Stonewall and historic campaigns for LGBT rights. It covered the lowering of the age of consent, the lifting of the ban on LGB people serving in the British military, the abolition of Section 28 (which made it illegal for teachers to 'promote' homosexuality in schools) and civil partnerships. Nobody, once
in the whole hour even spoke the word 'bisexual' or mentioned the existence of bisexual people. Likewise, I went to a (billed-as) LGBT literary evening a couple of weeks ago and sat through a (rather annoying) author repeatedly referring to it as a 'lesbian and gay' event. Well, I'll fuck off home then!
2. To give thanks for the increased possibility for threesomes facilitated by bisexual people.
3. To give us a space to bitch about the constant assumptions that we'd be up for a threesome.
4. To rejoice in the endlessly astonishing fluidity and joy of human sexuality.
5. Because gathering a load of bisexuals in the pub is usually fun.
More bisexual people: William Burroughs, Janis Joplin, Clark Gable, Patrick Harvie, Calvin Klein, Joan Baez, Reggie Kray, Daphne du Maurier, Tamara de Lempicka, Josephine Baker, Danny Kaye, Burt Lancaster, Katharine Hepburn, Susan Sontag, Ethel Waters, Billie Joe Armstrong, Gavin Maxwell, Iris Murdoch, Ruth Benedict, Aleister Crowley, Arthur Rimbaud.
I know this is preaching to the choir somewhat on LJ, so this post has another purpose: to invite you all to the Pembury Tavern
in Hackney this evening (if you're able to make it) for the official London celebration. I won't be there, sadly, but you're likely to find me there another day, when I will still be bisexual and the beer will still be good.
Also, that iffy assumption contained within the word 'bisexual' that there are only two genders to be attracted to? Yeah, that bothers me too.