The only time I can ever recall even questioning if I'd be interested in another guy was this-Freshman year, David walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my neck really tight. Now, David is ***. Really ***. Like, he exudes ***. I swear a rainbow springs forth from his chest like a care bear if you take off his shirt. My feelings had nothing to do with my own sexuality and everything to do with the amount of *** he exudes around himself.
You know what I find strange? Liking men. I mean, we're hairy, sweaty, our bodies are all either ugly and ripped or fat and droopy. No curves, soft skin, pretty hair etc that make women so wonderful. I can't fathom how anyone would NOT be attracted to a pretty girl!







