At least that's how I feel.

I was never surprised beef catches my eye. I’m a guy, I’m supposed to like cheeseburgers.

But I’ve been avoiding this craving for my own personal reasons. There’s nothing wrong with people eating whatever they want. I just feel comfortable sticking to my own veggies. I was really content for a while.

But you know what sure as shoot was surprising? When suddenly, at FUCKING 30, they’ve added CHICKEN PATTYS TO THE DAMN MENU! THEY HAVE PROBABLY BEEN ON THE MENU ALL ALONG! I JUST DIDN’T REALIZE IT CAUSE I WAS TOO BUSY TRYING TO GET OVER THE DAMN BURGERS!

AND I NOW CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT STUFFING A GODDAMN CHICKEN PATTY DOWN MY FUCKING THROAT!

And, to make things worse, I guess The Boss Upstairs decided that IF I DON’T KNOW THE MENU WELL ENOUGH, I NEED TO WORK IN THE KITCHEN, CAUSE MY CHICKEN PATTY REALIZATION HAS ALSO MADE ME RAVENOUS FOR A GODDAMN CHEESEBURGER AGAIN! I WANT A CHEESEBURGER EVEN MORE NOW THAN I EVER DID BEFORE I NOTICED THESE GODDAMN CHICKEN PATTIES!

If you’re reading this, you’re probably thinking that the obvious answer is to pick a good sandwich and just take a bite. If it's ok for others, why not me?

After all, it’s all just meat, right?

But, despite the fact that I’m so hungry (AND FUCK IF I’M HUNGRY), I’m still not ready to take a bite. I do not want to take a bite.

When you take a bite, you’ve got to digest you meal: and I’m not ready to deal with any digestive issues.

I know I’m new to the community. I know my experience is atypical, and that no two experiences are the same.

I know that this is probably a blessing. I know that I’m probably kind of fortunate. I’ve been able to avoid homophobia, biphobia, internalized masculinity issues, and all the usual terrors that plague my colleagues.

And I know that one guy is gonna comment “One of us! One of Us!” cause that user always does.

I really appreciate everyone sharing their experiences here. I appreciate being able to express these feelings here.

I appreciate the wholesome stories about first dates, the horror stories about biphobic meals, and the hungry fantasies that I’ve never even considered. I even appreciate that one guy who always comments the thing, cause it’s funny.

I’ll take a bite when I can stomach it. I’ll eat when I’m damn good and ready. But it’s only been a month and this whole epiphany just keeps making me hungrier and fucking hungrier and almost desperately fucking hungrier. I'm hungrier than when I was teenager. Im hungrier than I've ever been in my life.

And I really just miss being content with my vegetables.

Than you for reading. I hope y’all find whatever meal would be most filling for you.

TL;DR-Accepting bisexuality is easy, accepting sexuality in the first place is what’s difficult.