Went to the midsumma Carnival yesterday with julia, kate and
nixwilliams. Bumped into
mr-eccles and erin. It was a very wet day - humid and drizzly. By the end of the day, my knees were wetter than they'd even been outside of a swimming or bathing related activity. It was not erotic.
You have to pay five bucks to get in and we did see some pretty good snippets of live music. But the rest of it was walking around, spotting couples with matching dogs (many, MANY of them), reading people's t-shirts ('I see gay people'), spying someone dressed as
Narre Warren's favourite douchebag, and being marketed at by all the stalls and stands. Except they didn't market to me exactly. Bisexuals were severely under-repesented. Or maybe we weren't even welcome, maybe we were impostors in a 'gay and lesbian' event (as were trans people perhaps?). Is it because there are so many ways of being bisexual that there's no one recognisable image that could stand in for all - or even some - bisexuals? (I suggest Cpt. Jack Harkness). I have questions. About the invisibility of bisexuality. About how one 'does' bisexuality. How one shows it or expresses it. My idea is that desire is a fluid thing. I don't know how one can stick a pin in it and fix themselves to one idea, one person or one image. It's like how when I started out watching Top Gear I was all James-James-James and now, since watching 'Richard Hammond Meets Evel Knievel', I've become a wee bit Hamster-obsessed. And in between that was a flirting fascination with the Stig. Ok, not everything relates to Top Gear. And maybe that's a bad example because it's not really that 'bi' of me. But that's kind of my point exactly. To obviously show 'bi-ness' I'd have to give an example of fancying a person of one gender and also, then, a person of the other gender. Which, of course, limits desire to a binary idea of gender. This elimates the expression of desire for trans folks. Or aliens. The problem with the term 'bi' - implying only two. But what about desire that is a bit more blurry? Ie. enjoying reading a bit of slash that involves two middle-aged tv presenters? What does that fall under? Or things that involve alien brain sex? Or becoming weak at the knees for Michael Rosenbaum in drag, but only in drag? Ok, I admit, I don't where this is going. But I'm interested in anyone else's thoughts on the matter.
Also, a questions that is bothering me is this: what am I going to do when I finish watching 'Life on Mars'? No, for serious. I will cry. But then what will I do? :(