A t-shirt that I used to have (one of my very favorites) read:

HETEROSEXUAL
does not mean homophobic
WHITE
does not mean racist
MALE
does not mean sexist

Not sure if I should wear it anymore. Maybe if I had a new one made in Bi Pride colors . . .

Finally admitting to myself that I am bisexual and fully embracing that fact with all its implications has affected me in many ways, some if them unexpected. For instance, I find myself experiencing a weird dichotomy: on the one hand, I love (and desire) my wife, thus always have been and will be faithful to her. Even so, I find myself experiencing a certain wistfulness, even sadness, that I have never experienced (and never will) "the other side."