Well, let me tell ya, this whole thing about women who love bi men, it ain’t as complicated as some folks make it out to be. It’s just love, plain and simple, like good ol’ corn on the cob in the summer.
Love is love, y’know? Don’t matter if a man likes men, women, or both. What matters is if he’s a good person, treats ya right, and makes ya laugh. That’s the kinda stuff that sticks, not who he’s lookin’ at on the street. My old man, bless his soul, he used to say, “A good heart is a good heart, no matter who it beats for.” And he was a wise old fella, even if he couldn’t tell a tomato from a tater sometimes.
Now, I heard some women get all worked up about their man bein’ bi. They think it means he’s gonna run off with the first fella he sees. But that’s just silly. It’s like thinkin’ a dog that likes chasin’ squirrels is gonna suddenly stop lovin’ his belly rubs. Makes no sense. A man’s heart is big enough to love more than one kind of person, just like a good pot of stew can hold all sorts of vegetables.
- First off, trust is everything. If ya don’t trust your man, it don’t matter if he likes apples or oranges, it ain’t gonna work.
- Second, talkin’ is key. Ya gotta talk about your feelin’s, your worries, everything. Like cleanin’ out the chicken coop, gotta get all the mess out in the open.
- And third, remember he chose you. Out of all the folks in the world, he picked you. That’s gotta mean somethin’, right? It’s like pickin’ the ripest watermelon in the patch, ya don’t just do it for nothin’.
I knew this gal once, Martha, sweet as pie, but worried herself sick ’cause her fella told her he was bi. She kept imaginin’ him with other folks, men and women, and it was eatin’ her up inside. I told her, “Martha, honey, you gotta let that go. You’re holdin’ onto that worry like a tick on a hound dog. Let him be, trust him, and if he does somethin’ wrong, then you deal with it. But don’t go makin’ up trouble in your head.” And you know what? She finally listened, and they’re happier than pigs in mud now.
And let’s be honest, this ain’t somethin’ new. Folks have been lovin’ who they love since the beginnin’ of time. It’s just that now, people are talkin’ about it more, which is a good thing, I reckon. Keeps folks from hidin’ and feelin’ ashamed. Shame’s a heavy burden to carry, like a sack of wet potatoes. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
So, if you’re a woman who loves a bi man, good for you. Hold onto him tight, love him hard, and don’t let nobody tell you it’s wrong. Love ain’t somethin’ you can put in a box and label, it’s like the wind, it blows where it pleases. And a good man, bi or not, is hard to find, like a four-leaf clover in a field of weeds. So cherish what ya got, and don’t worry about what other folks think. Their opinions ain’t gonna pay your bills or keep ya warm at night.
And if anyone gives ya trouble about it, just tell ’em to mind their own beeswax. It ain’t their business who you love or who your man loves. Their words are just like chicken squawks – noisy and meaningless. What matters is the love in your heart and the happiness in your home. That’s all there is to it.
Tags: [Bisexuality, Love, Relationships, Trust, Communication, Acceptance, LGBT, Women, Men]
