Today is one of those days for me. I woke up with runny nose and I’ve been sneezing more than your average Disney dwarf. If things continue like this, stock in tissue manufacturers will surely go up!
While I certainly look worse than I feel–OK, except for my raw nose–I have to admit that I’m in one of those moods in which I really don’t have any desire to mull over my bisexuality. I just want to curl up with a hot cup of tea, the novel I’m reading and the two-hundred count box of tissues I’m quite sure will be finished by morning. I quite frankly don’t want to think about anything else right now. Actually, I would prefer to give my brain a rest at the moment.
This is certainly not the worst I’ve ever felt by a long shot, but it does allow me to touch on the other moments when I’ve fretted about what to write and what I had to say to all of you. It’s actually in those moments when I wonder why I opted to become what can only be described as a professional bisexual because I don’t necessarily feel distinct from others.
Lest I be accused of being an ingrate and a whiner, let me state that I enjoy very much working with my colleagues and that I am thankful for having been brought on by our creative director. I also know full well that writing about life from a bisexual man’s perspective–plain and simple–is something that I had wanted to do for a long time.
Besides, most of us have to get down to work whether we are ill or not. Responsibilities of all sorts do not wait for us to be on our proverbial game. Head cold, headache or simple head trip, we have to get out there and do our work, completing what needs completing.
Today–as has been true for several other days since I began writing for you–I have nothing more profound to say to you than we bisexuals put our trousers on one leg at a time just like everyone else and we get late-winter colds just like everyone else. Today, I feel no particular specialness is being bi, which I actually see as a positive.
With my running and sneezing nose, I am well aware that in many respects I’m no different from anyone else. Perhaps even this small cold is a good thing because it finally made me tell you about those uneventful occasions when I am just being myself and my bisexuality fades into the background.
Naturally, I hope that those of you bisexuals reading this blog are proud to be bi. I also hope that you have moments–by all means without colds and flu–in which your bisexuality fades into the background and you can just be yourselves. As the quotation attributed to Sigmund Freud goes, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to warm my tea, find more tissues and get to my next project.