Feb
2006
17

Born Gay…?

born-gay

Hi there… haven’t posted in a while… been busy and, admittedly, lazy as well. ;)

I think most (darn close to all) homosexuals are born gay. Soooooooooo many stories have I heard about this one or that one being attracted to the same sex since early childhood.

BUT for me it was not that way. I was sexually curious as a child, yes… but neither of the sexes was predominant (or safe from) my sexual explorations (which was all of bumpin’ bellies or layin together nekky, etera cetera).

Truthfully, I didn’t even consider women in “that way” until I was 19 (at the time the mother of one and pregnant with my second) and was hit on by a lesbian.

That’s when my world changed.

All of a sudden I was home. I was comfortable. I was happy. I was complete.

But what does that mean? What if that first lesbian never hit on me? Why don’t I have early memories of crushing on my babysitter or my best friend’s sister?

Am I a convert?

What the heck am I? I know that I am not attracted to men, though I can appreciate that a man is good-looking, but that is it for me.

Here I am 14 years later — having been with only women since then and this is definitely where I belong…

I don’t frequently share with others that I didn’t come to be a lesbian as they did — for years I thought they’d think less of me somehow.

Now? I could give a rat’s a$$ what they think.. so there it is. LOL

Ok, I don’t think this post answered anything so much as threw a monkey wrench in my mind.

….sigh….

Angel Incognito

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