MEL Versus the "Discreetly Bisexual, Man-Eating PAMINTA"

**This was an article which I posted once in my Friendster Bulletin Board, and I must admit that it was well-received by my friends who are, well, definitely out in the open. I never denied my being gay, and I couldn't have been any prouder.

There are people out there who are rather sensitive with this certain issue of coming out. We, in our own little minority, all worship the same bible, but not all of us are keen on admitting to their actual sexual orientation. I call them gutless invertebrates, but they prefer to call themselves "Discreet Bisexuals."

I write a lot from time to time, and I am familiar with words and how to use them. I even have an extensive vocabulary to match, but that's not the point. I mean, "Discreet Bisexuals?"
Anyway, this piece reflects my opinion on those so-called "Discreet Bisexuals," the same itchy sons of bitches who might as well get buried in their closets as opposed to the preferred coffin.


I don't have much "discreetly bisexual" friends here in my network, so there really is no point in trying to get this message across you all. But then again, there really is no point in trying to refer to those people as "discreetly bisexual" when the poor little faggot is basically furiously in hiding and refuses to admit. Let me post a disclaimer at this point. I'm not the gay police, and I'm not arresting closet queens if they prefer to keep quiet and be gay in private. I'm just sick and tired of all these confusing labels, and I expect to vomit at another attempt to obfuscate their homosexualities.

One of the most easily confusing crap about those sexually disoriented fairies is that they keep on insisting that they are "discreet bisexuals." Say what? Are you even aware that calling yourself "discreetly bisexual" gives the same justice to a chicken that's "double dead?" I mean, wasn't it dead the first time? If you're a bisexual, then why in gay hell do you have to be discreet about it? And if you're so "discreet," then what's with your pinkie doing a little dance of it's own? Bisexuality entails attraction to females as well, so why do you have to be on the prowl for a goodlooking male as opposed to an equally goodlooking female, preferring the former to the latter nine times out of ten? If you "are" capable of sexual attraction to both sexes, then why do you need to keep it to yourself and to your equally "discreet" partner? Are you even sure that your "bisexual" boyfriend isn't so keen on getting in your pants at the slightest provocation on account of he adores your "manhood" more than you do his?


I must admit that in a culture where sexual relations are basically black and white, two men holding hands in public are nothing more than two gay men holding hands in public. So? It's not my fault that we grew up in such narrow-mindedness, and I'm not apologizing for that. But it is true, and we have to live with a general way of thinking that denies reason. But that doesn't give you pinkies an excuse to misrepresent yourselves.

Personally, there's something that's so wrong with your convenient little phrase. See, I hope this reaches you in your comfortable little closets, but calling yourselves "discreetly bisexual" is a terribly lost cause. There isn't even a hint of heterosexuality in someone who prefers to engage in a relationship with someone of the same sex.

It's basically gay, and you know it, sister.