[Greta Christina] Jealousy, Friendship, and Bisexual Chopped Liver
So there’s this trope I sometimes see in monogamous relationships. (In particular, I see it in advice columns: it came up in a recent Savage Love column, and I’ve seen it more than once in the Dear Abby/ Ann Landers ouvre.)
It goes like this: “My partner has a friend. The friend’s sexual orientation is towards the gender that my partner happens to be. Is it reasonable for me to be jealous? Should I permit this friendship to continue?”
(Or the reverse: “I have a friend. The friend’s sexual orientation is towards my gender. Is it reasonable for my partner to be jealous, and to want the friendship to end?”)
Okay. In trying to make this generic and gender- neutral, I’m being a little obscure. So let’s clear it up and make it specific: “My wife has a new friend from work, a straight man she sometimes goes to basketball games with. Should I be jealous?” Or: “I’m a straight woman who’s developing a friendship with a lesbian. My husband is jealous. WTF?” (Both real examples from real advice columns, btw. Dear Abby stupidly advised, “By no means should you permit your wife to attend basketball games with another man”; Dan Savage, much more wisely, suggested that the husband of the woman with the lesbian friend should get a first class ticket for the clue train.)
Now, I’m not going to get too deeply into the obvious. I’m not going to get into the craziness of the idea that any and all friendships will eventually turn sexual if the sexual orientations line up right. I’m not going to get into the fucked-upedness of the notion that people should choose their friends entirely on the basis of gender, for the sole purpose of avoiding possible sexual attraction. I’m not going to get into the absurd paranoia that even the slightest hint of sexual attraction in a friendship will eventually overwhelm it with uncontrollable passion. (Hey, for some of us, having a little attraction for a friend makes a friendship more interesting . . . even when we have no plans whatsoever to act on the attraction, ever.)
And I’m not going to point out that, according to this theory, gay men could never have gay male friends, and lesbians could never be friends with other lesbians.
I’m not even going to get into the borderline- evil concept that people in relationships have veto power over their partners’ friends. This is just R-O-N-G Rong, stupidly and evilly wrong, in all but the most extreme circumstances. (”My partner is making friends with the man who tried to murder me.” Okay, you have veto power. Everyone else, shut up. Your partner is a free agent, with the right to make their own damn friends independent of you.)
Here’s what I want to say instead:
So what are we bisexuals — chopped liver?
According to this theory, bisexuals could never, ever have any friends at all. We couldn’t be friends with gay men, straight men, straight women, lesbians. And we definitely couldn’t be friends with other bisexuals. According to this theory, the fact that we’re attracted to both women and men makes us ineligible to be friends with anybody, of any gender, ever.
No, that’s not quite true. We could be friends with non-monogamous people, and with single people. But once those single get into monogamous relationships — blammo. That’s the end of that friendship.
I’m not just writing this to point up the stupidity and irrationality of this particular form of jealousy. I’m writing it to point up the stupidity and irrationality of bisexual invisibility.
We used to be a culture that assumed heterosexuality. We still are, to a great extent. But even when we don’t assume heterosexuality, we are still, far too often, a culture that assumes monosexuality. We are still a culture that asks, “Is he gay or straight?” We are still a culture that sees a woman dating a man and says, “Wait a minute — she’s straight? I thought she was a lesbian!” (Or a woman dating a woman, vice versa.) We are still a culture that ignores the Kinsey scale, the spectrum of sexual orientation — and the shifts that many of us make over that spectrum throughout our lives.
And this assumption leads to some truly convoluted errors in logic. I recently wrote about an example of this here in this blog, about how the “Is sexual orientation a choice?” debates almost always ignore bisexuals . . . since even if bisexuals are born bisexual, we still have some degree of choice about which direction to take our lives in. And the bisexual wars in the lesbian community led to my favorite piece of Alice in Wonderland political logic ever: “The lesbians will decide who is a lesbian.”
I can see why people tend to overlook bisexuals. Our existence does poke holes in a lot of conventional wisdoms — especially when it comes to sorting our society by gender and sexual orientation.
But . . . well, that’s actually my point. The existence of bisexuals pokes holes in the sorting of our society by gender and sexual orientation, pointing up ridiculous contradictions and convoluted logic that would be hilarious if it weren’t so annoying.
So maybe we should quit sorting our society by gender and sexual orientation.
And maybe we should start with our friendships. And the friendships of our spouses and partners.
Which are none of our damn business anyway.
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on Sunday, 27 April 2008 at 12:55 am Kitty wrote:
Amen! It had to be said…
on Sunday, 27 April 2008 at 8:28 am Polina wrote:
Oh hell yes! I have a friend who, when I first reconnected with her a few months ago (back when I was still involved with my girlfriend, but also interested in a boy as per polyamorous relationship), couldn’t get it through her head that I wasn’t a lesbian. So yes, pigeon-holing people into gender roles sucks.
on Monday, 28 April 2008 at 12:44 pm Andrea wrote:
I actually had someone say I’m “not bisexual, because you’re married”. Thank you, A*hole, for telling me who I can and cannot be attracted to.
on Friday, 2 May 2008 at 9:22 am Patience wrote:
Ugh, this drives me nuts. Even my best friends, who know I idenitfy as bi, call me a lesbian. It drives me up the wall. I’m friends with some extremely open people, my dad and aunt are gay. You would think that they would accept me coming out for what I say it is, but they insist on referring to me as a lesbian. If I was, I’d tell you! I have nothing to be afraid of or worried about, here! Jeezy creezy! I know it’s partially because of their age (dad, his boyfriend, and my aunt; also the non-gay parental and familial figures), and because of where we went to school (private women’s college) that thre expectation is everyone claims to be bi for a little while, then moves on to the broader pool of lesbianism. They probably think they’re just helping me along by outing me before I can do it myself. But I AM out! I’m bi and proud!
Ironically, the only person who consistently refers to me as bi is my girlfriend, who is mostly gay (I’m about a 4, she’s about a 5). And she trusts me to have platonic friendships even with people we’ve both kissed. I think it’s telling that the one person who trusts me to tell her what my sexual orientation is and takes it at face value also trusts that I can have platonic relationships with people I’m mildly attracted to.
on Monday, 26 May 2008 at 10:24 am rhbee wrote:
Whew! If only my wife could have read this many many moons ago. It makes so much sense. And the truth for my is in the fact that my friendships tend to work intellectually first and physically second most of the time. My best friend is my wife but my second best friend is a woman I have known for 15 years and yet can never see without my wife going ballistic.
“Jeezy Creezy” is by the way one of the coolest expressions I’ve heard in a while.
on Tuesday, 16 December 2008 at 1:01 pm Mooser wrote:
I always wanted an open marriage relationship but did not discuss it before I got married. About a year after I got married, I got a big surprise. I cornered one of my brothers-in-law at a family dinner and asked why he and his brothers always made a “pistol hand” (index finger extended, thumb up, and the rest of the fingers clenched) at me and chuckled. After much prodding he finaaly told me what my wife had sucessfully concealed from me, that she had shot and wounded her first husband. Apparently, he did not get the can out to the curb on time, and his hastily-improvised excuse that the garbagetruck would come back for the late can provoked my future wife (who is otherwise the most placid and co-operative of helpmeets) into perforating his thigh about a quarter inch from the femoral artery, with a little pearl-handles .25 automatic (which she still treasures, oddly enough).
Anyway, you guys who have more experience with this sort of thing, what do you think is a good strategy to introduce the subject of an open marriage to my shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later wife.
Should I wait until she’s had a few glasses of Scotch, like she does most evenings before target practice?
Sorry to go on, but any help would be appreciated. I’m sure with just a little good timing my marital dreams can come true.
on Wednesday, 20 May 2009 at 7:09 am Amanda wrote:
Thank you for putting this out there so eloquently. It drives me crazy when gay and straight friends say ‘you just haven’t made up your mind yet’. I’m attracted to people because of who they ARE, not because of their gender. It’s just the way I am. My husband has always known this and knows my history too. He’s still more jealous of other men though, ha.
on Monday, 21 September 2009 at 3:33 am Alex wrote:
This tallies closely with my experience. Bisexuality is one of two next frontiers in sexual freedom (the other being gender constructs and intersex issues), and it is discomfiting to everyone. The problem is that we as a society don’t see people as people first and labels second. Illustration: I saw an article last week that said that when hiring professionals, most people tend to trust someone who has strong characteristics of their superficial gender, i.e., a manly man or a feminine woman. My experience is that they way a person superficially presents has nothing to do with who’s going to treat me well as a real estate agent, who’s going to do a good job repairing my shoes, etc. These things depend on the background and moral fiber of the person, not their appearance.
Anyway, I’m hoping for more sexual freedom and understanding, and less rigid role-playing in social interactions.