For many, berrisexuality feels like finally exhaling after holding their breath for years. It names a pattern they always sensed but couldn’t articulate: attraction that can stretch across all genders, yet consistently leans toward women, feminine, and androgynous people. That lean wasn’t strong enough to call themselves “lesbian,” but too present to feel fully at home in a flat, 50/50 idea of bisexuality.
Finding “berri” doesn’t erase their past identities; it simply refines them. People describe the label as a tool, not a mandate-something that lets them say, “Yes, I can like men, but my heart tilts this other way.” In a world obsessed with neat categories, berrisexuality offers permission to be lopsided, complicated, and honest. It reminds them that sexuality isn’t a test to pass, but a story to tell more precisely, in their own words.
