To think that any sexual orientation is a “default” is ridiculous, to me personally. I was never shown anything gay, didn’t know what it was, never met one…none of that and I knew at 4 yrs old that girls just tickled my fancy. When I came out (more like was outted, rather and to be technically correct, I am transgendered, living as a lesbian – meaning, I am female outside, but I don’t identify as female inside), I was 13 yrs old and my step-father said I couldn’t possibly know what I want, unless I tried both. Um…sometimes you just know what you want and what you don’t want. Maybe for him (and I think it was), he had to, but I didn’t. For the vast majority of people out there, I think they fall somewhere in the middle of the scale, from 1 -10, as bisexual – either leaning more towards one or the other or right in the middle.
I remember I was not allowed to tell my sister I was gay until she was about 12–13 yrs old and at 21–22 yrs old myself, I made sure to tell her that just because I am gay doesn’t mean she is or isn’t and she doesn’t have to prove to anyone as to which she is. What I meant by this was very important to me. I know a lot of siblings where one is gay and the other isn’t and many times I have seen extreme promiscuity in “the normal one” to prove that they were not themselves gay. Basically, you don’t have to be a major hose-beast to prove you are straight. Now, my mom said when she was in her teens, and my sister went through this a little too, she thought she might be gay, It was confusing during puberty for them as to why they were so attached to a best friend of the same sex or a teacher they thought was pretty. I really think its the surge of hormones, during puberty, in all of us that can confuse the bejebus out of us.
Not too long ago, I was in a gay/leather/bear bar with some friends and I had new cologne on and I asked a sexually secure female friend to smell me and some guy leaned in for a sniff too. I was wearing a nice shirt, tie, dress pants and shoes – all tucked and buckled and everything, lookin dapper as hell and I felt him give me a little peck on the neck, which I thought nothing of because the gay subculture can be vert affectionate and then…he bit me a little, so I pushed/backed away real quick and had to say, “Hey, you know I’m a chick, right?” He laughed and said, “Honey, if you wear one, I’d take it!” We all laughed and I was flattered, but nothing happened in my pants. The odd part is, if I were a male, I would probably be bisexual. I wish I were able to detach sex and love, but as female there is no sex without love and commitment and a whole mess of feelings. I personally (and this is just for me alone and everyone else has their own right to feel however they want without judgement), but I would not feel comfortable being with another dude, unless I were a dude myself. I just don’t understand why a woman would want to be with a man, probably just the same as straight people wonder why the hell two women would want to be together and how would that work without them gouging each others’ eyes out. I don’t think I have ever met “a real man”. To me, a real man can swallow his pride, be completely faithful and monogamous, take flattery and still keep it in his pants…someone who is chivalrous and emotionally supportive and unafraid to have and show his feelings. To be a real man is what I strive to be in my relationship. Unfortunately, when you get sick and lose your job, it’s like being neutered.
So…how much more confusing have I made this for all a ya’ll? :)