Well, I’m just going to come right out and say it. According to the creepy (and confidential) excel spreadsheet I keep that documents my sex life, I have slept with 99 people. The vast majority of these people (let’s call it 97%) were men.
When your lifestyle does not fall within the range of what society deems normal, one must work a little harder to get the information needed to have it all make sense.
Does he love her? Yes, from the bottom of his heart. Does he love me too? I don’t think so, but we have each other.
Fond memories of being poked and prodded with questions about my sexuality encompassed much of my adolescence. While not everyone was so quick to question me, I knew most were wondering. You see, growing up in the uber conservative south, most people are hesitant to out themselves.
You went to the restroom while I wait for our change. “That must’ve been tough,” the bartender says as she hands it over. I raise an eyebrow challenging her to explain. She leans over and dramatically whispers, “I know you’re in love with her.”
Each Monday I cash in one of my guilty pleasure chips and watch The Bachelorette. The initial trailer made it pretty clear that at some point in the season Kaitlyn has sex with one of the guys, and it becomes a huge scandal.
My day celebrating LGTB (it’s an alphabet soup of sexuality!) in West Hollywood on June 14th started at a gay producer’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I was invited by a gay friend who’s currently attending the top producing program in the nation.
As I watch things surfacing around transgender issues, I’m just blown away by how poorly we, as a culture, understand gender to the point where transgender people are being killed simply because of who they are.
We make snap judgments on people and throw them into demographics. Being labelled straight protected me from prejudice, encouraging me to conform to it. I locked myself in a closet full of dresses.
Sexually, there is nothing new under the sun.