I am bisexual - boys, girls, I like 'em both.
Well, if you insist…
::strips naked::
What? I happen to be in a very celebratory mood. 
Woo!
Darling, I thought that we agreed that you were as queer as a football bat. Get your terminology str… sorted out, already.
TN*hippie: Good point and rock the fuck on.
I’d be another one of them there homosexuals. And a damned happy one right now, too, what with dating a very promising candidate for Boyfriendhood.
And I’m gonna celebrate National Coming Out Day by taking said prospective boyfriend to the local Outoberfest, a massive gathering of Southern Arizona’s queerfolk, and dance about like a loon. Literally, like one of those tall birds with the awkward mating dances. I’m even planning on squawking.
Oh, and in the interest of turning this into a Flirt Thread, I’m gonna declare that any gay guy named Andy who’s seriously into John Crowley novels could take me any time he wanted to. I know this, because I’m gay, my name is Andy, I love John Crowley’s writing, and I do me all the time.
[Pansy Division]
I’m…a…cock-sucking faggot a flaming faggot a fuck bunny fruitcake cum super nelly homo Uncle Walt Auntie Mame little sissy pansy fudge packin’ butt pirate drag queen hairdresser interior decorator pervert pornographer sodomite sex fiend mincing limpy wrist scat nose poof prince a resident of Castro and President of the United States of love.
[/Pansy Division]
I…AM…Canad…
Oh, sorry, wrong thread…
I…AM…a Friend of Dorothy!
SFCanadian
Yet another bisexual checking in… and I’ll stop being one when boobs stop being just so darn nice…
[sub]besides, we all know girls are better kissers[/sub] 
No, Cyril Connolly.
(Couldn’t help myself)
I’ve never been one to wear labels and my marriage takes me off the market but count me in amongst all those blissful bi type peoples. Yay for choices!
Ashy takes a moment to grab some precious SDMB bandwidth and speak from the bottom of his heart, he clears his throat and begins
Love is not an easy thing to ascribe words to. Even in our rich lexicon, how can one find the proper dialect to ascribe words to something so abstract?
Love is what drives everything in the world.
It’s what makes craftsmen persue their craft. What makes friends loyal, and gives the honorable their worth. In the judaeo-christian ethic, God Himself created the universe, our of love.
However, although Love might drive everything in the world, one must also remember that Love has the unfortunate circumstance of driving everything in the world.
Love for pain is why killers kill. And why haters hate. Hitler's love for a sick vision of a 'perfect empire' drove his mad plan for genocide and conquest...love for a perverted view of his own religion drives Osama to do the evil things that men do.
Love is a powerful thing, indeed. So remember to love responsibly, and to always use it to nurture and support.
Love transcends any words that can be ascribed to it, and as such, transcends any foolish barriers we can try to place on it. Love knows not sex, color, or creed.
Let the black embrace the white. Let male embrace female. Let female embrace female and male embrace male.
Let us all embrace the love of who we are.
And let us all stand together in unison for the celebration of life and love on this day...
Our “Coming Out” day.
he finishes, and sips a glass of water
Oh yea, me? I’m gay. In case anyone was paying attention.
I suppose I count, what with the whole ‘attraction to both sexes’ aspect… Girls are nice, so are boys…
So…yeah…not straight.
To use Rita Mae Brown’s lovely word, I’m pansexual.
(No, you pervs, it has nothing to do with kitchenware!)
Count another one for the bi section. I like being able to leave my options open. 
[self-indulgent whine]
well, it’s been a long time… but I distinctly remember being gay… and I guess it doesn’t change simply cause I’m out of practice
[/self-indulgent whine]
I’m bisexual. I like warm skin and furry bits.
<cough, cough> ohmigod, i only just started posting here and here it comes already…
<stands up, blushes, starts to sing>
“Here come the lesbians, we are the leaping lesbians”
My name is Myriam…and I like girls. Which is OK, since my father - quite wittily - told me he does, too.
Yep, I’m gay.
(And, no, I’m not Ellen)
My former boss used to say Canadian instead of gay. She did it not because she assumed that Canadians are more likely to be gay. I think she started using it to avoid raising curiosity in her kids when she was talking, not as a homophobic thing, but just lazy not wanting to field questions in the middle of conversations with friends kind of thing. “Well, they do seem to be everywhere, and as far as I can tell they look just like us.”
Has anyone else ran into this bit of slang?
D’OH!!!
::bobkitty stomps off to the corner and sulks::
Oh, me? I am, according to this pin I have here, a Relaxed Bisexual Agnostic. I don’t know, I don’t care, and maybe I’ll sleep with it.
-BK
Ah ayum uh quare bah-sekshumul.
I am all kindsa bi.
And I’d like to point out that married to a man, and having kids, doesn’t mean I’m a “traitor” or “taking the easy way out” or “sitting on the fence” - it means a man got my heart before a woman did.
I am not monogamous, but I am not polyamorous. I am a slut. No, that’s not true either, because I’ve never ONCE gotten money for it. Damn it all.
Men are fun and they have very entertaining physical bits. However, women are squishy and they smell good.
[sub]And I’d like to state for the record that Tequila Mockingbird is gloriously squishy and smells exquisite.[/sub]
Happy National Coming Out Day. If you’re not gay or bi (or TS, TV, and any other premutation you can imagine) then write or call your favorite queer homosexual today!