As a young adult in America, and more specifically female, I have long since realized the harsh reality of the world we live in. I have spent an immense amount of time questioning cruelty in all forms, whether it be racism, sexism, poverty… the list is too long, and I have spent so much time trying to wrap my head around why these atrocities exist in the first place. Like so many others I long for a world that values kindness and respect, that agrees to disagree and that, above all, teaches individuals to support and to care for one another. I am a hopeless protagonist in a series of unfortunate events, but what’s new? I am one of the many young women across the horizon who are seeking improvement. Some of it is selfish, some is for the greater good. I can admit that part of the reasoning behind my longing to right these wrongs is so I can have peace of mind, but also because I wish the same for so many others.
As if being a woman wasn’t already a heavy title to bear, I carry other titles openly and have experienced the repercussions of doing so. For lack of explaining myself without the use of labels, I am bisexual. I feel that the term bisexual is too black and white, however. As far as my sexuality goes, or whenever somebody is curious, I prefer to say that I am a person who is attracted to other persons. No, that does not mean I want to sexually attack anything with two legs. It means that I do not care the gender, and that is not simply divided into two categories: biologically male or female. Importantly, to me at least, it means that I am attracted to personality and could care less what is hiding underneath the fabric. For some reason, this confuses people. I tend to get many questions after this explanation, such as: “Which do you like more?” I then go on to explain my theory, again, that being bisexual is not black and white, man or woman.”Wait, so you would date a transgender?” Yes. “Wouldn’t that bother you?” No. Or my favorite, which isn’t essentially a question at all, “Prove it.” When people tell me to prove my sexuality, it cracks me up and partly confuses me. My point was that I have no preference of gender, what exactly would you like me to prove? Would you like me to go kiss a woman, perhaps to prove my attraction to the same sex? Would you like me to kiss a man? Would you like me to maybe ask around, see if there is a man who was born a woman and kiss him, ignoring the fact that that would be completely rude? Or maybe, would you like me to kiss you? And to do all this without inappropriately touching ones body without their consent, all in order to quench your curiosity? Please explain. Friendly reminder that you are by no means entitled to prove your sexuality to obliviously curious people, or to anyone that asks for that matter. Obviously sexuality in America, and across the globe for that matter, can be a very touchy subject. The privilege that straight men and women receive is ludicrous only because LGBTQ persons are not granted that same privilege.
I can go on to say that not only am I a bisexual female, I am also a feminist (note: I have also been called a satanist because of this.), a democrat, pro-choice, pro-legalization of marijuana individual who is completely content with being alone. Six months ago, I shaved my head to remind myself that I am still a woman, even if I don’t have long, white-gold locks. I have facial piercings. I am proud of who I am too, and pride also comes with a price from someone, somewhere. The point is I get a lot of attention for being the person I am. I extended on my sexuality not for the pure enjoyment of talking about myself (that was just a plus) but to provide insight on why I am doing this. Why I am creating this blog, why I am reaching out. It is not an attempt to say “poor me, poor me. I have it so hard,” because I truly understand the privileges I hold, how lucky I am to belong to a family in the upper-middle class, to have food in the pantry, to have a car… I acknowledge that the life I have is good. One thing that I am desperately trying to convey to anyone who will listen is that it is important to acknowledge what is RIGHT in your world, but also just as important to acknowledge what isn’t; not just in your world, but in everybody else. Being a woman is hard, so is being bisexual, I imagine that it is also hard to be a man. It pains me that there are others in the world dealing with the insecurities that I too face. It embarrasses me that there are things that I am ignorant to, yes I am only human but that is no excuse to be uneducated. I will never pretend to understand the hardships that are put on people of color, what it is like to be a gay male (the acceptance of men who have controversial sexuality is far lower than that of women), what it is like to not be white and living in America, to have parents who are immigrants. There are so many things that I will never know by experience, but with that said, I will continue to promote the rights of those who are struggling still, like me, to grasp the inconveniences of not being America’s Poster Child. I am young. I am doing what I love: Writing. I have a voice and I care about equality. I am going to share my views, experiences, opinions in the hope that I help in some way by simply communicating.
I have titled this blog Oh the Places I’ll Go! after the famous Dr. Suess book titled Oh the Places You’ll Go! As a child I cherished this book. It is still sitting on my book shelf with a gnarly hot cocoa stain on the front, waiting to be read whenever I need a reminder that I am not stuck. Incidentally, my final 10 page paper in high school on preparation, passion, and philosophy was titled the same. This blog is going to be a learning experience. With hopes that I am corrected if wrong, I am excited to finally be blogging, an enchanting idea that I hadn’t yet summoned the courage to start until now. I want to share my words with those who will listen, and help those who are still learning as well by offering them a partner to learn with. If I am no more than a source of entertainment, at least I am being heard and planting new thoughts inside new minds. My name is Madeline, and this is my way to start participating in the revolution.