Actress and writer Gaby Dunn stops working her identity, and opens up concerning the judgement she faces.

A month or two ago, we went along to “gay brunch” with a few lesbian buddies in West Hollywood. We wore just a little pink sundress, my locks down and curled. An hour or two later on, we left my friends in the Abbey (a bar that is gay L.A.), to fulfill my boyfriend. After supper, he and I also texted my buddies, attempting to get together once more. In between the 2 activities, I’d changed clothing, and from now on I happened to be wearing shorts, a backwards snap-back cap, a flannel, and sneakers.

“How is it you left homosexual brunch this early morning looking therefore right, and returned with a guy, searching therefore gay?” one of my buddies asked upon seeing one another when it comes to second time that time.

Her question, though clearly bull crap, stung in an exceedingly particular method.

Perhaps maybe Not Gay Enough, maybe Not Straight Enough>I have always been available to dating throughout the sex spectrum, including trans people, agender individuals, etc., so apparently, though I’ve defined as “bisexual” for many of my entire life, i’m really “pansexual.” (many thanks, Web, for assisting me discover a fresh term.)

Either label is used by me interchangeably. Many people believe “bi” implies a gender binary and that “pan” is much more comprehensive, but I’m not convinced.