Foibles

In high school, bisexuality was the cool thing to be – when girls would get drunk, make out with other girls and then disclaim it all the morning after. I don’t want to be associated with that image and what I feel to be the implicit question of whether as a bisexual woman I will be taken seriously in my interest for other women. Yet when I am drunk, I will dance in a very explicit way with friends and otherwise act like the stereotype I so dislike. I’m the girl that I don’t approve of. My insecurities tear at me.