I’m confused; being bisexual may be the hardest thing. If I was completely gay, I could move into that world – yes, with some difficulty, but I’ve seen other guys do it.
When someone who resembled a porcelain doll with the personality of a firecracker thought I was perfect, I instantly “fell in love.” I was so insecure and yet so shallow at the same time.
Here are 5 ways that I—a fat, butch, hairy chick—maintain a fantastic sexual/romantic life.
1. Your Ex-Boyfriend: “Oh, so that’s why you broke up with me.”
I find her amazingly passionate. We were in the middle of something, and I said, “Wow, quiet little Ronna, who would have thought?” and she stopped and looked at me and smiled and kissed me again.
Assuming I am either straight or gay is offensive, because denying my identity to me is insulting.
Seriously? What do you think the B in LGBT stands for? Banana?
You told some of our friends that you planned to marry me. That if you would to get married, that girl will be me.
Pro: The attention.
It’s weird logic to think that our attraction to a greater variety of people means we are having sex with a greater number of partners.