Why Bisexuality is like Being a 'y'​ Among Other Vowels.

I am male and in my mid-twenties, and you could say that I have finally decided that it's okay to be a half-vowel.

I'm additionally going to explain how the fundamentality of 'y's vowel-like versatility is the extended bisexual metaphor, we 'y's have all been waiting for.

It is difficult to depict, given that so many of us keep to the shadows of sexuality, only truly sharing our sexual kinships with others that bare true kindness and whole understanding.

I suppose growing up bisexual was conspicuous.

Almost as if something blatantly obvious was on the plates of my peers, but not to me. I cannot tell you how many times I had to defend the accusation: Are You Gay?

I guess the answer: "I'm not sure, I don't think so" wasn't the clear crystal they would have deemed themselves so to be 'helpfully' pushing for.

Which I unsurprisingly examined to be of a childish nature to ask surely, but rightly too, difficult to answer; as I didn't belong wholly with the gays, and I didn't belong wholly with the straights.

Unnaturally, I felt like the empty space caught between a two-sphered venn diagram, and as it intersects my youthful bisexual isolation graphically into the shape of a vertical iris. I see it watching my sensitivity amongst the argumentation of gay rights, to be rightly gay, or gay enough, to be rightly.

(O' what a life I find watching these two polarities ignore vast actualities of sexuality.

And so the shepherds of change fight for no believers but the belief itself.

While the shepherds of outdated tradition fight for the believers and not the belief itself.

And so, on both sides, it is the believers of togetherness that must be accounted for, and not merely the total number of beliefs.)

But the truth is, I was neither, and so in another reflective way I felt not gay or straight enough because I was too young to know any better, and the education system had done little by this time to shape the identity of my young budding sexuality.

I felt as though my sexual identity had nowhere to belong.

On top of this, I was alone, and I had no other friends whom rowed the same boat.

I never knew I wasn't the only one who felt the urges of a 'y', as they were of a conflicting and complex decent of mind afflictions that denigrated my understanding of sexuality because it was told through the pre-shaped eyes of my true heterosexual and homosexual peers.

Others, whom were born with more confidence in their 'securities', as they lived without The trouble that arose out of being pulled and pushed by the magnetism and the exploration to two opposing poles, which shared no preidctable denominator.

(Almost like living a Jekyll and Hyde half-life simultaneously.)

This abject experience of sexuality remains, to myself, and I am sure to many other 'y's a complex system of negotiations with the interior indentity, as in those expositions of personnae NOT displayed to others.

I suppose I would say I was not a very successful bisexual.

I have personally found the culture surrounding bisexuality to be of a living state of contradictory experience, of falling clumsily in and out of the closet, from one partner to the next, feeling like there must be some definable explaination for the acceptance of one, both and possibly the demonization of the other, or again both.

So why then is it so special being a 'y'?

The reason why - 'y' is so important, or should be even more so, is because we are the edge of the coin that keeps its two faces intact, comprehensible and most importantly, together.

So let's delve a little deeper.

In terms of lettering, there are two grammatical formulations of symbolic structure, which allow us to achieve a wonderful and useful array of meanings. From sounding, to typical cluster patterns as well as being the universal tool of the written experience.

Simply put, we have a finite list of consonants and vowels.

And so this is where our, bisexual, multi-purpose hyper-undefined 'y' comes into play.

We need the adaptable semi-vowel / semi-consonant companionship of 'y' to create a sense of fluency, of regulation to the system of language and communication.

Yes, you heard me, our bisexuals are just that, the fluidity that keeps the consonants and vowels in check, and see with one eye in both realms where we are to embellish our rights next.

We 'y's are the disguised members of societies faculty, listening to your homophobia and heterophoria, challenging it with the regulatory compliance of a 'y's duty.

A Varys'esque - for the betterment of All mindset - which has given us these determinations over the importance of equality and not impoverishment of one's counterpart, but the celebration of all parts balancing fairly.

Can it be any more of an important time to say thankyou to our silent 'y's, whose home is away from home, in the shape they are needed to be, for the purposes they are so needed for.

O' my resilient and fortified 'y's, You deserve to be proud, You deserve to be loved and You deserve to be understood for your versatility and balance.

So, Yes, Warren G. As you say, Regulate.