Stephen Dunn

In 2008 I became paralyzed from the waist down. From the depth of pain, grief, and despair, my son suggested that I start a blog. The blog now has a small but steady following, and I look forward to the adventure of learning each new day. I write on a vast array of topics, fiction, non-fiction, humor, current events, even poetry. rnI have been married for 28 years, have two sons, a granddaughter, a grandson, and another on the way. I live in a 110 year old Victorian farmhouse in a rural, farm community, about 70 miles southwest of Chicago.

Believe it or not, I love being bisexual. It has always seemed so natural to me that I have never understood how anyone could NOT be bisexual. When I was younger, I had sexual encounters with men and women, and enjoyed all of them immensely, with no shame or regrets. rnIn my 20’s, I fell in love with a wonderful woman who became my wife of 28 years. I have embraced my marriage and have remained faithful. Have I been tempted? Sure. Have I missed intimacy with a man? Yes. But it was the right decision for me. rnI am also an incorrigible flirt. I flirt with my female and male friends, and they take it good naturedly. rnBeing bisexual has always meant to me a willingness to explore all life has to offer.

I would like the world to know that we exist, that no matter what anyone says, it is possible to be neither gay nor straight, but actually something more.

From my earliest memories I have been attracted to males and females. When I was young, I thought I had been born into the wrong body, but as I matured, I embraced my masculinity. I believe I have a balance between my masculine and feminine natures, which makes me a whole and better person.

I love my wife. I love my marriage. I love being faithful. But the hardest thing about being bisexual, for me, is foregoing my desire to be with a man. Sometimes I miss it very much. But then I look at my wife, and it’s okay.

The best thing about being bisexual is being a whole human being. I live a life with openness and without prejudice. Being an “outcast” gives me an affinity for others.

My wife is fine with me being bisexual (as long as I don’t act on it). I assured her before we got married that she didn’t have to worry about not being able to satisfy all my needs. I knew what I was getting into, and I knew what I was giving up. rnMy family chalks it up to me always having been “a bit out there.”rnrnMy friends get a kick out of it (or they wouldn’t be my friends).