Mandy Lunsford

I’m from Florida, an ex-homeschooler, and I work for family at a Flea Market. I currently live with my mother and grandmother in a rural area. My favorite colors are pink, turquoise and green, I’m a very sensitive, compassionate and optimistic B- personality. I’m very creative and love to express myself, and I plan on pursuing a career in graphic design, and maybe become an author, too. I’m a super girly/feminine female, 22 years old, white with dark blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, and 5’5″. My favorite foods are Gyros, Sushi, and anything new and interesting. … I tried to keep it as short as I could!

Being attracted to both men and women, or the same and opposite gender. It doubles your chances of having a date Saturday night!

We’re not greedy, we’re not going through a phase, none of that crap. We exist! There’s nothing wrong with us! We don’t need to pick a side! We’re bisexual. Get over it.

I have known, yet didn’t have a clue about my bisexuality during my younger years. I remember sort of crushing on a girl but not understanding why when I was a toddler at a playground. (Don’t look at me like that, little kids get little crushes sometimes!) I remember thinking I was straight until I met a lesbian at the place where I work, and we dated over the weekend, but the next weekend she broke up with me and her other girlfriends for this one girl. I began to identify as lesbian for a while because of this, but figured that it was just a phase and identified as straight again when I started having opposite gender feelings again and got into a heterosexual relationship. I learned on MySpace (When it was popular) what bisexual was, and after some consideration, that’s how I identified. However, I figured it wasn’t important at some point, and didn’t want to deal with the crap that people would give me over it, and I was mostly into guys anyway, so I just said I was straight at that point for the straight privilege. Well, I just figured I can’t lie about myself any more, and here I am.

Well, there’s much stigma attached to bisexuality. There’s the homophobia plus the people not understanding bisexuality. We’re told to pick a side, it’s a phase, we’re greedy sluts, etc. and this stuff comes from both sides. I can’t come out to my family yet, accept for my mom, who’s super supportive and is proud of me, she’s really liberal. And my friends. I have to wait until I move out and don’t work with family any more before I completely come out to the, or tell people they know and maybe they’ll tell them. Honestly, I’m not that close to my family, anyway. I know I’ll deal with crap from lesbians not trusting me, I may not be hired because the person hiring me will think I’m going to try to sleep with everyone! There’s just the homophobia and the biphobia together, we’re not as accepted as people think we are. People say we’re either gay or straight and try to find all of these ways to erase our identities, and I think it’s important because of that, that we be very clear and consistent with our bisexuality and very proud, (But if you truly believe that’ you’re not anymore, don’t lie to yourself and others!) So, yeah, it’s hard, but you’ve gotta be true to yourself. rnSo, I’d have to say the biphobia that’s in queer spaces, because we expect it from the straight people, but LGBT people are supposed to accept us, you know? They don’t have to be our buddies, but do they have to make us hate ourselves sometimes?

Well, you do have more options, and more diversity with your sexual and romantic experiences. You can go to a straight space or “gay” space and get a date, although people tend to not trust us. rnSo, I guess it’s the options and diversity.

Well, I didn’t share it with anyone in my family accept my mother, who was super accepting. I’m actually very lucky. My friends are from the super-progressive city and they totally got it, but my family is a conservative southern family, and mom told my uncle, and he said that his girlfriend (At the time) was bi. He was cool with it. But I’m still half-way in the closet, I’ll finally let them know, although not directly, when I move out and get a different job. But my mom has been super accepting. (I don’t have a dad, BTW, and I’m super cool with that.)