A Quick Pride Month Confession

Probably about a month ago, I started thinking about Pride Month 2026.

A while back, maybe a year or two ago, I came to the realization that I’m bisexual. I’ve kept that pretty close to the chest, mostly because I didn’t think it was a very big deal. I’m happily married, and this revelation doesn’t change anything about my marriage or my life. But in the spirit of Pride, I wanted to be transparent about it and share how I came to that conclusion, because I’m sure some people who know me might have questions.

Why didn’t you say anything?

Honestly, because I didn’t think it mattered very much, and for a long time I hadn’t fully accepted it myself. Not because I thought there was anything wrong with being bisexual, but because I didn’t realize that being attracted to both women and men, even while only wanting romantic relationships with men, was still a valid experience. Over time, I came to understand that yes, I am attracted to both, and yes, that still counts.

Why now?

There’s really no reason not to. I could have waited until National Coming Out Day later this year, but this isn’t something that changes my relationship, my marriage, or how most people see me. My life is still very heteronormative from the outside. I’d simply rather celebrate Pride this year with a fuller understanding of myself than keep treating this part of me like a footnote.

I’ve known you forever. Are you sure you’re not straight?

I definitely lean more toward men than women, and it would be silly to pretend otherwise.

But saying there’s nothing there with women wouldn’t be truthful either. The reality is that I find both attractive. For me, attraction and relationships aren’t exactly the same thing. While I’m attracted to both men and women, I’ve only ever wanted romantic relationships with men.

That’s something I’m comfortable with, my husband is comfortable with, and ultimately that’s what matters.

Why share this if nothing is changing?

Sharing this doesn’t cost me anything, but it might mean something to someone else. Maybe it helps someone realize they’re not alone. Maybe it helps someone better understand themselves. Maybe it gives someone permission to stop questioning whether their experience is “enough” to count.

And maybe, on a personal level, being fully myself and speaking honestly about who I am leads to a happier, more authentic life.

Nothing about my marriage is changing. Nothing about my commitment to my husband is changing. But I don’t think that means I have to hide a part of who I am.

So this Pride Month, I’m choosing authenticity over silence.