For years, many berrisexual people tried to flatten themselves into “equally attracted to everyone,” hoping that would sound simpler, safer, more legitimate. Instead, it left them tongue‑tied in relationships and community spaces, quietly guilty for wanting what they wanted a little more. Naming the lean didn’t erase their attraction to men or masculinity; it just let the background stay background without shame.
Berrisexual became less about inventing a new identity and more about telling the truth with finer resolution. It offered a way to honor the full spectrum of their desire while admitting where the gravity truly pulled. In claiming that word, they weren’t asking for special treatment or new rules—only the freedom to stop apologizing for their own patterns, to let their hearts lean openly, and to trust that the asymmetry was never a flaw.
