This has nothing to do with my ability to be in a committed relationship with one person. I came out as bisexual to my mom at the age of We were driving around downtown Evanston, a suburb just north of Chicago, in a navy blue Ford station wagon.
She knew about John Turner, my boyfriend from our summer family vacation.
But I felt like she must have known that something was going on with my best friend, Eleanor. When I started attending a queer youth group at a church basement in Evanston, and sharing about my feelings of attraction and desire, it made sense to identify as bisexual. I did end up meeting my first-ever girlfriend at that group, and have since mostly been in relationships with women. But that early bisexual identity marker lingered for years, and I was reminded of it when I met Jason at a party in Chicago a few years ago.