but. I. Don’t. Want. To.
Fuck a tightrope, fuck balancing.
The ground beneath my feet is so many thousand miles below, I can’t even fathom stepping on solid ground.
What am I bitching about now?
All impending physical changes aside, I realize soon after his coming out that my boyfriend turned girlfriend will need to figure out if she’s straight, gay or bi. Some people are born knowing/feeling their hetero/homo/bisexuality. For others, it’s not so immediately clear; various experiences are required to truly understand and/or accept their sexual identity. I am partnered with a self-proclaimed experience whore, for whom figuring out her sexual orientation will necessitate experiential experimentation. I know that at some point I will have to be okay with this, or not, but either way there will be a fork in our hitherto monogamous path.
At the moment, I have negative interest in an open relationship.
This is hard.
Sure, when he was a guy, he was heterosexual but he’s not such a he anymore. And just like I have questioned whether or not I would be able to stay attracted to him as he transitions, I have to wonder about the potential turns her sexual attraction will take. Not to mention, she has stated that dating a heterosexual man would validate her female-ness like nothing else, which I totally understand. And although she won’t date or sex other people because she knows I’m not ready to open relationship, I really get that it’s unfair for her to not do what everyone does (or ought to)…explore their sexual identity.
My mind can process this quite rationally but in the moment, only weeks after her coming out, my emotions are slighty nauseous and fail to keep up with the seemingly radical relationship shifts that await us. Currently neither of us is eager to change our relationship status but this waiting period is difficult for me.
Because I know soon everything will change. Again.