Dear Bi Guy,
First, we hear at SDMB are honored you have outed yourself to us.
Secondly, I agree whole heartedly with Cristi in the comment of this is one of the nicest threads I’ve ever read. I wish
I could print this out and staple it to my bible totin’ retarded ‘gay people become gay by choice’ moronic sister in law, but then she just might enter my sanctuary, the SDMB, well, I’d have to go back to sock puppets for an outlet.
Since the darn UBB codes seem to be all out of whack, I’ll opt for this: The Lovely and talented BI Guy wrote,
“I have been looking back and I’m forced to admit that I’ve never actually revealed my bisexuality,dramatically,…”
Have you considered donning a cape and mask and leaping out of the closet proudly declaring, " Have no fear, BI GUY is here?" 
Ok, on to serious stuff: What would Shirley do if her husband told her he was bi? (Doesn’t that sound like a soap opera cliff hanger or what?)
When I met Mr. Ujest and all the years dating him, I actually suspected him of being gay. He is as far from the stereotype of the flame boys out there as you can get. Short & husky, furry, balding, construction stuff,flannel shirt & pickup truck and rifle, plays hockey and all the other manly sports, you get the idea.Basically, in a nutshell, he’s a knuckle dragging ESPN beer drinkin’ guy. However, He’s got incredible taste, a good cook and a host of other superlatives that are not indicative to gayness ( or is it faggotry?) Wears his heart on his sleeve and sensitive.
( He’s a pouter not a fighter, much to my chagrin.)
One of his closest friends actually said to me that Mr. Ujest was more of the woman in the relationship and I was more of the man. I could only agree. ( I’m straight, unless you count short hair and comfortable shoes as the mark of a lesbian.) I’ve got a tougher hide ( and skull to match.)
But when I explained to this friend ( a couple years after the fact, I’m slow, sue me.) that the reason I’m not girly…not girly, I hate that word but it’s late and I can’t think of anything better, is because I’ve have had to be the strength for my immediate family and we/I have been crapped on one time too many. Mr. Ujest comes from a great loving trusting family where life did not start crapping on them until 1991 (where my family has been under a crap downpour since the mid 1970’s with no end in the immediate sight.) and even after that they are ALL a sunshine-shines- out-the- butt-you-can-do-anything-once-you-put-your-mind-to-it kind of family.
I am ee-ore ( the sad donkey in Pooh - how do you spell his name, btw?), he is a friggin happy boy. He is Ying to my frickin’ Yang.
I still married this person. ( Today is our 7th anniversary too.)
It would not bother me that he was bi. He could be tri or Quattro, for all I care, it still wouldn’t change two facts:
- I love him. 2) He couldn’t pick up his dirty underwear if I promised all the Craftsmen line of tools.
That’s it.
I’ve probably just murdered this thread, but I did it with the candle stick in the library…hey, that sounds like a plot to a porn flick.