My gf says I dress too “straight” to be bi, and wants me to cut my hair to prove it.
The Demands for Proof
My controlling girlfriend says that I am dressing too straight to be a real bisexual girl and said that I am just pretending to like girls. I have been dating my girlfriend Shannon for 4 months. Now she demands that I cut my hair to prove it.
She’s the only girl I’ve dated and I think that this has caused a lot of issues for her since the beginning. Shannon has always commented that my clothes, the way I look, and my hair make me look like a straight girl.
She had problems with my long hair, my girly clothes, and my makeup. Every time she is close enough to touch my hair, she tells me long blonde hair is so straight.
She also criticizes the music I listen to, saying, “OMG, Taylor Swift is straight people’s music.” Every time I wear something feminine, which is almost every day.
She’s never rudely said this, just more of an observing way with some undertones to it. But she says it all the time.
I’ve always told her that if my style or the way I look bothers her, I will likely not change it. For context, she leans way more masculine.
She has short hair, lots of tattoos and piercings, and even binds her chest sometimes. One time I liked the video of two feminine girls who were married on TikTok.
The video is then showing their outfits and both of them are wearing gowns and Shannon got mad and accused me of wanting her to look like them.
One time, and I’m going to keep this as PG-13 as possible. During intimacy, she asked me if I wanted penetration, and I said yes, but I said it too enthusiastically, and she accused me of missing deck because I’ve dated men in the past.
Finally, we were invited by a friend to her engagement dinner in a fancy restaurant. I was wearing a black dress, really nothing special about it.
But when Shannon saw, she demanded I change. I asked why. She gave me the usual answer.
I told her to leave me alone about that, and tried to walk past her to the car.
Instead of letting me go, she yanked me back inside by my arms and held my face, demanding that I change. I told her no.
She told me no one was going to think we were together. Mind you, this is all of our friends, and they already know.
I told her as long as she held my hand, I think they’d know. She eventually gave up, but in the middle of the party, she accidentally spilled her wine on me while I was talking to my guy.
She apologized and said that she was just too drunk. I got very upset and weirded out because this was very unlikely.
Shannon could chug a whole bottle and not get drunk. She said that she had spare clothes in the car, but this was a baggy black t-shirt and jeans.
I don’t mind wearing it if this isn’t a formal event. I don’t think I will belong in this attire.
Eventually, I told her that I would like to go home, and she got quickly irritated, saying, “Just because you can’t wear that outfit.”
When we got home, she made me prove I liked girls. Which just ended up with me in tears.
Not because I don’t like girls, but because I don’t like being forced to prove it.
She’s so mad at me, but I just can’t fathom why I am the bad guy here. Then she gave me a pair of scissors and asked me to cut my hair short.
I asked her if she was crazy, and she told me that clearly I am pretending to like girls. She took all of her stuff and said that she was leaving my pretentious ass.
Now she’s been texting and calling me saying that she misses me and if she’s welcome to return to our apartment. I ended up ignoring every message, hoping she’d finally get the hint and leave me alone.
