Now, despite resuming my search, on and off over a months-long process of trial and error, I’ve only swiped right on a measly two male contenders. And while I haven’t quite mustered the enthusiasm to meet up with them, I have seriously considered it. This is a major development for me and goes against many years of brushing off my occasional attraction to straight men, often on the grounds that I don’t want a dynamic that feels even slightly like stereotypical heterosexuality. With time, I’m realizing my old attitudes are more than likely a result of my own internalized biphobia: a fear that if I engage with cis-het men on any level, it invalidates my queer identity. Ultimately, this type of thinking isn’t productive and leads to tarnishing all cis-het men with the same brush.