Let me tell you from firsthand lesbian experience: the kinds of things I hear on a somewhat daily basis are frankly hilarious.
I’ve been plagued by insecurity my whole life. I was more than a chubby kid: I was fat. I weighed 250 pounds in high school and peaked at 275 in my 20s. For the better part of my first 25 years, I thought everyone had trouble seeing their genitals.
To all the haters, Fifty Shades is a fantasy. It doesn’t pretend not to be.
Viewers deserve the real thing; nobody likes a fake.
I debated writing this post. I debated it because I didn’t want come off too preachy or too self-involved. The plan was to just let people witness my truth unfold over time.
Bisexuals are like the UFOs of the sexual world – few believe they exist and the ones who swear they do are often regarded with a degree of contempt and lunacy.
The concept of “virginity” is heteronormative.
I had my first girlfriend in 10th grade. We were friends for a while. Because we were so comfortable with one another, I took that as a sign that we should start dating. So, I asked her out, thinking the sexual attraction would come in time.
I had never once questioned my sexuality.
It would have been easier to stay comfortably hidden behind my marriage and to write behind a penname to remove all fear that she’d find out. But that’s not what I wanted.