He literally snatched my phone on the boardwalk yesterday to audit my Instagram followers, yelling again that bi people 'just want double the options' and can't be loyal. I was ready to pack my bags, but then he broke down crying on the beach. Turns out he weaponized all that biphobic garbage because he’s terrified I’ll ditch him for his sister’s cool queer friend who's visiting. Am I supposed to feel flattered or run? My brain is totally fried.

Deep breath: Having someone trash your identity as a smoke screen for their own crippling insecurity is neither flattering nor romantic. It’s just messy. Here is what actually went down on that towel: Instead of admitting he feels intimidated by someone who naturally shares your queer wavelength, he reached into the bargain bin of biphobic clichés and weaponized them to make you feel like the untrustworthy one. Demanding to vet your Instagram isn't 'summer romance passion'—it's plain control. His fear of losing you might be real, but using biphobia as a shield is a massive foul. Next time you're facing each other, give him the plain truth: 'You feeling insecure doesn't give you a pass to police my phone or demean who I am. If you want this situationship to survive the week, you handle your own jealousy.' Enjoy the rest of your vacation, hold your ground, and remember: your bisexuality is who you are, not a pre-installed cheating chip.