The other weekend it was Manchester Pride and I was along with a big table full of bi stuff at the community fair. BCN bi magazines and subscription forms, the Getting Bi In A Gay / Straight World guides to coming out and staying out, bi & pan pin badges, bi research info about how it's different for bis, Visibly Bisexual stickers to pop on the back of your phone, some shiny new leaflets that I've just had made that help people find local bi support group meets near them all over the country... you get the idea.
Running a stall like that for two days you get to have a lot of conversations. Some are better forgotten, but some really strike home.
One was with a 13 year old and her parents, who were super-supportive and whose school had helped her set up an LGBT group for pupils. Lots of members, all older than her: but her being out to teachers has been a catalyst for a whole bunch of teens feeling less alone. I gave her as big a pile of resources to take for their classroom as I dared.
One was a woman maybe three times that age. She clearly had gay and gay-friendly friends, but there being bi stuff out there, there being other people who would put all those moments of silencing and erasing we live with as bis into words was like more than she had ever imagined she could find. We wound up in hugging as her tears started. That isolation we get from bisexual invisibility is so damn powerful.
Definitely worth being out and visible for the weekend.