Embryologically speaking, we all start out as girls. Then hormonal things happen that turn some of us into boys. I was born a man, with the capacity to be sexual, to lust, to reproduce by producing sperm, to be attractive to someone and to find others attractive. That set the stage.
I am truly able to desire sex with women or men. I hear people call that "bisexual", and others call that "bullshit." I don't care.
My CHOICE is about what urges I act out on, and which I suppress. The choice I would make if no one else cared is the one I have made already. I married woman, we have kids, and I have a special man on the side.
My mom would have died knowing about this were she not already dead. Her first husband was gay. She caught him in the act with his boyfriend. That ended things for my mom and him right there.
My bi side is not my wife's favorite thing about me, but she and our children are always #1 and whatever I do outside of marriage is with her protection in mind. Others on my mom's side of the family would also disapprove. So, they don't know.
My dad would not care, and his relatives wouldn't either. I have an out cousin, and we all love her and we accept her partner. I've not told any of them about my being bisexual. It would not benefit them to know, so why bother? I can only imagine doing that to seek approval. I don't need or want their approval, so why bother?
Basically, I do agree with Mike Uncut though. It's not just that I was born to be sexual. My dad was not really around, and my mom was dominating, and she was the more influential parent. Neither parent ever talked to me about sex. I learned from friends and from Penthouse and Playboy.
My wife is someone I love and am committed to, and that is exclusive in all ways but sexually and in that I am not forbidden to have friends and hobbies. I support her in all possible ways a husband can, making my mistakes along the way.
The man in my life is someone I spend time with not just because he has a penis that I like to play with. I love him. He loves me. The connection, conversation, and just the presence he has in my life is part of what makes me feel complete. He fills the part my wife cannot. That might be because he's somehow filling a gap my dad left, but frankly I don't care if that's the case. I don't want to sleep with my dad! I don't think about my dad with I'm with my guy. I don't really see a connection there. But again, it wouldn't matter to me. I made my choice. I want to sleep with my bud now and then, and I want to do fun things out in public with him too. But I always go home to my wife, and sleep with her too.
I doubt we'll ever solve this puzzle to where people will stop talking about it though.