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Bi-Visibility Week

It's Bi-Visibility Week! For those not familiar, this is a week set aside to recognize the 'B' in the LGBTQA+ community. We celebrate the gays and the lesbians, the trans, the queers, and even the non-binary, but when it comes to the B-word, many shun them, even going as far as the brush their sexuality under the rug. I've written about this before in another blog where I was promoting my new book Bi-Satisfied. Since it's sometimes easier for women to claim  their bisexuality, I'd like to focus on the men, the black bi-sexual men.

They have the hardest time coming out with their sexuality. Quiet as kept, on some fronts, being a gay black man is more acceptable than being a bi-sexual black man. In the Black community, people don't be believe a man can be bi-sexual. He's either gay, straight, or living on the down-low (the DL). In the Black community, if a Black man has hinted around to being even remotely attracted to men, all hell will break loose. This is why it's so important that we be open minded and allow bi-sexual black men to live in their truths.

So this is the week set aside to make the invisible, visible. If you have any bi-sexual friends, take them out this week for drinks and dinner. Or invite them over to have a small celebration. Celebrate your bi-sexual friends, both male and female. Because even during Pride, an event set aside to celebrate the LGBTQA+ community, bi-sexuals are often invisible. This week is about celebrating those who are often denied  their rights to live free, out and in the open, most times even within the LGBTQA+ community. Happy Bi-Visibility Week!

Live in your truth so that you may be happy even when others try to make you invisible.

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