Growing up I was ashamed to admit that I thought other girls were pretty in the same manner to me that the boys were, and I was ashamed to admit that I had crushes on girls as well as boys. Everyone said that it was immoral and wrong, but to me it was a part of everyday life.
So I threw myself into relationships with boys I wasn't really interested in just to be "right". Well, now I don't really give a beep what's right and what isn't. I'm me. I'm the only me there is. Like me the way I am or just leave.
I was just indoctrinated into the world of a lesbian relationship, and it was...most intriguing. But I still love my fiance...I didn't expect to. And, oddly enough, I don't feel a burning desire to see her again....just to have sex with her. Go fig. But she feels the same about me, so I guess it isn't as bad as I thought. Feel differently? Leave your comments in my guestbook!But I remember that burning feeling inside and the giddiness that accompanies it. One of these days I'll find a special somebody who understands that I need her and my wonderful supportive fiance too.
It feels so good to admit the truth!
Growing up bisexual, but still feminine is never easy. I wanted nothing more sometimes than to scream out that I was GAY!!! I wanted to get it off my chest! ( I also wanted to get a few parts of me onto a chest...!) Anyway, I felt stigmatized by my peers, and my parents rejected me for it. After long discussion with them about how I feel, they accepted it, but...it's tenuous, at best.
Most boys rejected me outright, and most girls did, too. Except for the perpetual losers and extremely easy-going (and usually stoned) I didn't date or have many friends. (The nomadic lifestyle my parents adopted didn't help AT ALL!)
So far, the road to my freedom of sexual expression has been hard and long, with almost no support and battles at every turn. I hate it, but I realize that my love affair with my own sex is a necessary and essential part of my being, just like my love of mint chocolate chip ice cream!