I’ve said it before on my blog that I’m bisexual.
It’s not something I hide.
My husband knew this when we started dating. Knew it when we got married.
My kids know it too. I haven’t really discussed terminology with them, they just know that mummy likes men and women. Surprise surprise, they don’t care.
They also know that I don’t care wether they bring home a boy or a girl, as long as they treat each other right and they’re happy.
My children are great children. They are well rounded, intelligent, loving, compassionate, passionate, inquisitive, sometimes annoying, always energetic children.
They are the children that are being used in this campaign as ammo.
My friend’s little girls, they are the ammo.
This isn’t just some issue. The rubbish being spewed about the inability for a same sex couple to raise children, its personal because that could be my children.
It is a very unique position to be in, being bisexual and married but feeling extremely hurt and lost at the whole same sex marriage debate.
I feel like I don’t have the right to be upset, because after all I *am* married, my union is legal and legitimate, what do I have to complain about?
But then There is a much louder side that roars deep in my soul that points out this is entirely the issue, only one half of me is acceptable, only one half society decides to acknowledge as enough.
But I am all enough.
You are all enough.
And you deserve the right to stand in front of your family and friends and declare your love to the world.
We all do.
I’m just lucky my soul mate has a penis.