the problem people have with the concept of “monosexual privilege” isn’t the idea that you can be privileged on one axis and marginalized on others, like, we get it. The problem is that you are positing with the concept of “monosexual privilege” that gay and lesbian people are privileged FOR BEING GAY AND LESBIAN, which is impossible, you cannot be privileged AND oppressed on the SAME AXIS, you cannot be privileged for a thing that you are oppressed for. There is no “gay and lesbian privilege”, just like there is no “LGBT privilege” or no “woman privilege” or no “disability privilege” and so on. There are varying degrees and terms of EXPERIENCES within specific marginalizations, specifically of those marginalizations, because that is how individual experience works.
Gay and lesbian people can be biphobic, but they are not uniquely biphobic and they are not solely or even primarily responsible for biphobia, because the root of biphobia is homophobia, which straight people have the market on, sorry to say. Acknowledging that is important and it’s impossible to acknowledge that when you insist on erasing the systemic differences between gay and straight people by calling them all “monosexuals” with “monosexual privilege”.
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My GPA is pretty high. As in gay point average.
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Wombats are second largest marsupials in Australia. Despite their size, they are fast runners and can run 40 miles per hour, but only for short distances. Their diet mainly consist of grasses and roots.
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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.