There’s this stereotype that if you are gay, the answer to all your problems is skipping off to a big city where you can live an open and free life in an accepting environment. The sentiment isn’t always worded this blatantly, but it’s out there. Usually, when people find out I’m a lesbian they say something like, “Oh, well, at least you live in New York City.”

“No disrespect, but no Amber Rose for me. Everybody has their past. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not judgmental at all. But I do like a certain amount of class.”

—Omarion responds to rumors that he secretly married a bisexual stripper, like Kanye’s GF. But just so we’re clear, by “class” Omarion means “no” to bisexuality, but “yes” to pants sagged so low you can see his undies and butt crack.

When I was leaving for college, my high school friends predicted two things would occur once I fled the nest, away from my WASP-y parents: 1) I’d become a chain smoker to complete my poetry-reading, philosophy-pondering image, and 2) I’d get it on with girls.

After four years at hippie-dippy NYU, surprisingly, neither of these predictions came true. Alas, while I still have no interest whatsoever in getting lung cancer, I do still have an interest in hooking up with girls. Except these days, I’m pretty much convinced it’s never going to happen.

One of the first times I went on a date with a girl, she asked me, “Are you bi or gay?”

“Well, I’m still figuring that out,” I told her.

Her response was: “I knew you were too good to be true.” I then fell all over myself in an effort to explain to her that, although I was unsure about how to define my sexuality, I was definitely into girls, more so than I’m into guys. I am not and have never been bi-curious, bi for attention or bi only when men are around. Since then, I’ve figured out that I’m solely into girls. So I guess I wasn’t too good to be true, huh?

But, alas, in parts of the gay community, being bi or being a lesbian who has hooked up with guys in the past is like having horns or an incurable disease.

According to In Touch and James St. James, Gavin Rossdale was in love with a tranny when he was a teenager. “Marilyn,” aka crossdresser Peter Robinson, gave an exclusive interview in which he claimed he and Rossdale dated for five years, but they kept their love a secret because the Bush frontman thought it would destroy his grunge rocker image. Aw, Gavin. What’s a glittery mesh top between friends, er, fans?  Although this allegation of a hidden gay past has taken every gossip writer from Hollywood to Stonewall by surprise, Boy George dished the dirt on Gav in his 1995 book: Take It Like A Man. Clearly, no one read it. Seriously, now that the word is out, Gwen should ask for a threesome!

With the proliferation of straight girl-on-girl action being popularized in the media—from “Girls Gone Wild” and Miley Cyrus’ sleepover kiss, to Katy Perry’s hit “I Kissed A Girl” and super-babe Megan Fox admitting she had a girlfriend—there has been a great change in the way female sexual orientation is perceived. It has become more of an open spectrum than a box. There is a clear upside to straight women making out with another woman without anyone batting an eyelash—we should all be free to do what and who we feel without judgment. However, Details magazine has tried to explain the downside. In the article, “Flirting With Disaster,” men recount how their lesbian fantasies became an obsession that turned into a variety of devastating scenarios.  From the guy who pressured his girlfriend to the point that she felt violated, to a guy whose threesome dirty talk made his wife realize she was gay, sometimes taking a chance that seems irresistible can bring about the downfall of a relationship. However, the real problem here is that men often feel like they are responsible for and therefore dominate the desires and sexual expression of both people in a relationship.

Emotional cripples. Religious zealots. Man-babies. My recent dating roster could serve as a police lineup of degenerates, liars, and serious letdowns. Naturally, I’m hypersensitive to red flags these days. So when a guy I’m interested in tells me that he’s a “bisexual,” shouldn’t I run? Perhaps. But once I got the initial panic out of the way (OK, I called my friend and frantically yelled, “911! 911!”), I let his confession marinate. Then I decided I’m not going anywhere. Or, if I do, it’ll have nothing to do with his half-gayness. 

Network TV has got almost as many gay characters as Marc Jacobs’ Rolodex. Just last year, there were only seven homosexuals and bisexuals on the boob tube, but this year that number has more than doubled to 16. GLAAD is certainly happy to announce the awesome news and even single out an old foe.  The sharp increase is thanks, in part, to Fox, who not only finally put one gay character on a series, they put a whopping FIVE! Still, all this good news comes with a new glass ceiling.  While gay men seem to be making head way (no pun intended), there are no lesbian characters on the major networks—just bisexual women. One small step for man, but when is there going to be a jump for womankind? Sigh…will someone please cast Portia Di Rossi to play gay already?! [USA Today via Fark]

We’ve all heard sexuality is a spectrum and that there is a sliding scale of gay and straight.  While this has been the accepted perception, new evidence has come out that all women are gay. According to Dr. Meredith Chivers’ documentary entitled Bi the Way (trailer is above), pictures of naked men do nothing for the blood flow to women’s crotches.  While we could argue with that those kinds of photos inspire the manual stimulation that gets the blood flowing, Dr. Chivers found that just the sight of naked chicks in action worked on both straight men and women. This may explain the glut of girl-on-girl action from college co-eds on LastNightsParty.com to Angelina Jolie and Clint Eastwood’s wife.  Faux-lesbos are for real! [New York Times]

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.  Especially when the bitch is Joan Crawford!  That crazy drama mama supposedly had her way with everyone from her producers to Marilyn Monroe, but when Bette Davis passed on Crawford’s bisexual advances, the legendary bitter battle supposedly began. The truth is out! According to a new book, when Davis had a crush on one of her other Dangerous co-stars, Crawford set out to bone Franchot Tone first.  She invited him over to her place and when he arrived, she was tanning in her solarium naked, and he didn’t leave until well after dark.  Of the man stealing, Crawford recounted, “Franchot isn’t interested in Bette, but I wouldn’t mind giving her a poke if I was in the right mood. Wouldn’t that be funny?” Although, Bette won her first Oscar for the 1935 film, she lost Franchot, who became Joan’s second husband.  From then on, they literally beat each other, every chance they got.  Now, both have passed on, but somewhere in heaven you know the cat fight continues. [Daily Mail]