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Bisexuals find themselves erased in history. Many famous people―such as Marlene Dietrich, June Jordan, Freddie Mercury, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Walt Whitman―have been labeled as lesbian or gay for their same-sex relationships, yet their long-term relationships with different-sex partners are ignored or their importance minimized. This disrespects the truth of their lives for the sake of a binary conception of sexual orientation. It also makes it more difficult for bisexuals just coming out to find role models.

http://www.sf-hrc.org/Modules/ShowDocument.aspx?documentid=989 (via strippingwizardsonabartop)

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Freddie Mercury? Really?

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exactly what i was thinking!!

Yes, Freddie Mercury had relationships with both women and men and described himself as bisexual. He tended to have more relationships with men as he got older but he never called himself anything but bi.

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I was amazed to know that Freddie Mercury was bi and thought it said it all about bisexual erasure. Then I told three friends how surprised I was and got two “oh, didn’t you know”s and one “yeah, doesn’t surprise me”. And these are not friends who are super involved in queer politics either, in fact two of them are strongly IDd as straight and would start shuffling nervously if I brought up queer politics. So now I’m very confused.

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I’ve run across so many people who’ve been outright shocked to learn that Freddie Mercury was a) not actually gay and b) not actually white.  So depressing. :S

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The sheer amount of people who don’t know Freddie was bisexual never ceases to depress the shit out of me. That alone is a testament to the power of bisexual invisibility because in Freddie’s case there is no doubt whatsoever as to his orientation. Google Mary Austin, kids.

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A lot of it probably has to do with the stereotype that only gay men got AIDs in that time period, sadly. I watched this movie about the beginnings of the research around HIV/AIDs in my human sexuality class, and that was a huge theme. It was hard to convince people otherwise, and unfortunately that stigma has stuck to Freddie.

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neil-gaiman
amandapalmer:

my friend jeremy geidt just died. 

about two hours ago i was headed over to his house in Cambridge to say hello (he’s old, and he’s been sick lately) but wound up saying goodbye - he’d passed away about an hour before I got there. there was his body and his nurse and a policeman and the funeral home came to take him away. 

i stayed for a while and held his cold hand and thought my thoughts and cried and called neil and all that. 

then i didn’t know what to do - I’d been planning on answering email all day … so I decided to come to the porter square bookstore to get a tea and fresh roll and write in my journal. as soon as I sat down a girl came up to me and said

"are you amanda ?

and I said 

"yes"

and she said

"can I play you a song?"

and I said 

"right here in the bookstore? probably we should go outside instead." 

so we did, and she played me a cover of “blister in the sun”. she’s only been playing the ukulele for 5 days. and I sang with her and then I asked her if she wanted me to play for her. and she requested “in my mind”, and her three friends came over. 

I told them it was really nice timing because my friend just died and also I’d just seen and touched my first real dead body and was feeling all sad and strange inside. and they all hugged me and I played them the song and one of them filmed it and we dedicated it to Jeremy and had a little wake. they said they’d upload the video later today. I wanted neil to see it. it is, I supposed, my weird way of being together with him when I’m not. I said to denette, the girl, “this video might make him cry”. 

and she said, 

"that’s fine. he’s made me cry."

and then I took a picture of her and her suitcase and her ukulele strapped to her back, because she’s on her way to maine. 

can you understand what I am feeling right now? 

because I can’t. 

but it’s something big and huge and never ends, really….

it’s just a circle.

angels are everywhere.

amandapalmer:

my friend jeremy geidt just died.

about two hours ago i was headed over to his house in Cambridge to say hello (he’s old, and he’s been sick lately) but wound up saying goodbye - he’d passed away about an hour before I got there. there was his body and his nurse and a policeman and the funeral home came to take him away.

i stayed for a while and held his cold hand and thought my thoughts and cried and called neil and all that.

then i didn’t know what to do - I’d been planning on answering email all day … so I decided to come to the porter square bookstore to get a tea and fresh roll and write in my journal. as soon as I sat down a girl came up to me and said

"are you amanda ?

and I said

"yes"

and she said

"can I play you a song?"

and I said

"right here in the bookstore? probably we should go outside instead."

so we did, and she played me a cover of “blister in the sun”. she’s only been playing the ukulele for 5 days. and I sang with her and then I asked her if she wanted me to play for her. and she requested “in my mind”, and her three friends came over.

I told them it was really nice timing because my friend just died and also I’d just seen and touched my first real dead body and was feeling all sad and strange inside. and they all hugged me and I played them the song and one of them filmed it and we dedicated it to Jeremy and had a little wake. they said they’d upload the video later today. I wanted neil to see it. it is, I supposed, my weird way of being together with him when I’m not. I said to denette, the girl, “this video might make him cry”.

and she said,

"that’s fine. he’s made me cry."

and then I took a picture of her and her suitcase and her ukulele strapped to her back, because she’s on her way to maine.

can you understand what I am feeling right now?

because I can’t.

but it’s something big and huge and never ends, really….

it’s just a circle.

angels are everywhere.