knot_sweet
mmmm rope...
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I think that your sexuality is something you were born with, like eye or hair colour.
And like hair or eye colour, you can choose something different if you want to.
I grew up in a very liberal household. My mum is an odd mix of extremely narrow forceful opinions sheathed in preachy pro gay anti racist yay for equality but men are all bastards except your dad type of person, and they've been happily married for 35 years much to he bemusement.
Dad is the most relaxed person I've ever met. He truly doesn't notice or care anything about a person except whether they are polite and nice or not.
I've been sexually aware since quite young. And it was always men I was interested in. Boys my own age never did it for me, my earliest fantasies were of my male teachers. So I wasn't sexually active until I was much older and because I was a tomboy in both manner and dress, most people assumed I was a lesbian.
Because I never had any sexual interest in boys, I found it easy to be around them and be friends with them. As a consequence, women have always seemed strange, exotic and beautiful to me.
This led to me thinking maybe I was a lesbian, or at least bi.
Nope. Not at all. My interest is purely superficial. I like to look, but not in a sexual manner. Porn needs to have cock in it, in fact I enjoy watching two men together because it's just twice as many yummy bits to look at, and the smell of all that testosterone just flat does it for me.
My own experience aside, I do know one or two women who choose to be lesbians due to very traumatising experiences with men.
So I figure nature vs nurture is pretty much equal in the whole equation.
And like hair or eye colour, you can choose something different if you want to.
I grew up in a very liberal household. My mum is an odd mix of extremely narrow forceful opinions sheathed in preachy pro gay anti racist yay for equality but men are all bastards except your dad type of person, and they've been happily married for 35 years much to he bemusement.
Dad is the most relaxed person I've ever met. He truly doesn't notice or care anything about a person except whether they are polite and nice or not.
I've been sexually aware since quite young. And it was always men I was interested in. Boys my own age never did it for me, my earliest fantasies were of my male teachers. So I wasn't sexually active until I was much older and because I was a tomboy in both manner and dress, most people assumed I was a lesbian.
Because I never had any sexual interest in boys, I found it easy to be around them and be friends with them. As a consequence, women have always seemed strange, exotic and beautiful to me.
This led to me thinking maybe I was a lesbian, or at least bi.
Nope. Not at all. My interest is purely superficial. I like to look, but not in a sexual manner. Porn needs to have cock in it, in fact I enjoy watching two men together because it's just twice as many yummy bits to look at, and the smell of all that testosterone just flat does it for me.
My own experience aside, I do know one or two women who choose to be lesbians due to very traumatising experiences with men.
So I figure nature vs nurture is pretty much equal in the whole equation.