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The New Bi-standers
by Anita Wohl

Gay or not gay is no longer a question more scandalous than nipple or tongue-pierced, as the brothers of a different kind have long since legalised the presence of their dark room bases in the public mind. Lesbian revolution is no big news, either. The word of 95 is bi chic, but it is difficult to tell if the existence of the advertised social phenomenon is natural as the media are quick to credit the episode with the promotion of the open-minded mass-slogan: freedom of choice.
Is it really the naturally lurking bisexuality in humans that is coming out in the open these days so overwhelmingly that you can't open a magazine without reading a glossy special on it, or is the healthy process of finally learning to accept yet another subculture turning into a trend? By now, acceptation of the different seems to have turned into fetish and stirred up more than just deep waters as the hip generation is catching on to the credo-potential of swinging both ways. Being able to choose your partners from either sexes -and note that it means any sexes- equals taking a stand: that of not taking a stand, but insisting on having the freedom of choice. Bisexuality as it is presented today seems to mean 'Look Ma'! I can do what I want!
As usual, celebrities were the ones to first leave the mucus, which is not at all surprising if we bear in mind that they are the targets of nosey reporters' privacy-usurping curiosity. The public wants to know everything: who they are, what they eat, who they sleep with, when, why and how. 'OK boys, there you have it,' thought the first fed up famous freak and took the plunge, probably unaware of getting a decade-characterising movement going. Sales rocketing up or bombastic contract offers virtually handing themselves on a silver plate was convincing enough that some additional consumer sympathy had been won, thus the bi label, true or not, proved to be an excellent marketing device that no media-savvy type could afford to miss.
Celebrities are making revelations every day, and by now the fuss is so sizeable that one can't help but think what Majorie Garber, bi-cult author queen, has aptly pointed out: "Either bisexuality makes you a celebrity, or a remarkable number of celebrities are bisexual." Starlets such as rock star-wife Amanda de Cadenet and Curt Cobain's widow Courtney Love, well aware that all it takes to get the klieg lights on these days is a little girl-girl action, have perfected the ambiguous behaviour to such an extent that, without anything else to their credit, star status glues to their $1 tiara-essence partner look.
Ad whizzes got the message too: ambiguity sells. Icon-like corporation giants and lebensgefuhl-experts, led a mile-long by Versace and Dolce Gabbana, run campaigns with hinting images, designers cultivate gender plays on the catwalk, and the hottest campus flicker of the moment is rompy Threesome, the jingle of which probably sums up the idea behind the new way of viewing life best: "One girl, two boys, three possibilities." Joining the club of instinctive geniuses of philosophy equals illustrating progressive thinking by putting the simple theory into practice that the next object of your admiration could just as well be a male as a female. Accepting the new love relativity thesis is a must for everyone interested in the sign of the times, and according to the well- informedness of cultic insider magazines, hardly any resistance is put up by the socially ambitious. Doing it or not doing it is not really the question here - agreeing to the possibility of the affair ever occurring is. The trend is flowering, celebrating the final awakening, but we have yet to decide whether the media are descriptive or rather activating their cogent prescriptive function.
American research shows that more and more women experiment within their sultry world these days, and an increasing number of members of university gay clubs are correcting their standpoints to be playing it bothways. Campuses seem to be the hot-bed of the trend, and branded in our brains we get newly established terms such as BUG (Bisexual Until Graduation), suggesting that the bi trip is as much a part of the campus experience as fetishizing Monty Python. Presented scientific evidence is always a winner due to the human psyche's longing for belonging, in fact it may even leave a debilitating 'Everybody's doing it, so I cannot be normal if I don't' aftertaste in the reader, only multiplying with every further news round-up reporting on the social stand.
A subcultural liberation turning into a trend may do its real fighters good by winning them an enormous bonus of sympathisers, but in this case the discussion over the bi-spirit entangles simply everybody from the shabby milkman to the Saturday night queenie as their congenital interest in their fellow underwear-shoppers is being scrutinised under a magnifying glass. The media- symposium on the new sexual norm even reaches philosophical heights as last month saw the invention of the term 'bi virgin', "a bisexual who has never had a homosexual experience." It is not easy to judge whether this term is a bliss, and if yes, to whom. It may imply, and this interpretation is the most logically deductive, the psychological slant that we all have the same-side-stray inclination buried somewhere deep down, thus the buzz-word symbolises an almost persuasive hint to release the spirit from the bottle.
"The symposium reaches philosophical heights as last month saw the invention of the term 'bi virgin'."
Some do, some don't, and some will try anything once. Promoted to overkill, the bi experience can get chic to the point that no one can feel complete without having had one. Psycho fumbling aside, hardly any serious harm goes with following this trend, but seeing an entire generation dancing to the two- chord tune of bored media whizzes is like catching Dad in the act of gluing on the fake beard on Christmas Eve at the age of four.

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