I will try and keep brief and not write a novel. Feel free to say and share as much or as little as you want. Very young I felt different and felt attraction to males and females. I passed the 80's girls have cooties stage hiding and pretending. I hid because the girls were cute but so we're the boys. Didnt want the boys to know girls were cute but my first sexual experience were same sex. Later opposite sex. The mind and person to me are everything. The physical shared sexuality is wonderful. I've been single a few years. When single the last few years I feel a stronger attraction to boys and gay or solo male masturbation with porn. In real world I still get butterflies, spine tingles, arousal with both as I always have. Please share your story or feel free to ask me something.
Well, I used to be explicitly straight. (I was a jerk back then.) I was in a Catholic-Christian family and I had negative outlooks on things like this. However, as I got older and I started to figure out my own self, I started developing an attraction to women, both romantic and sexual. Eventually I decided that religion shouldn't dictate my views on my sexuality, so I found out I was bisexual.
The religious thing was my biggest hold up. I'm not against religion at all for anyone who might read. For me late 80's it was the religious and small town BS that was the problem. What a close friend and I did and shared together wasn't a bad thing but the cultural mindset for us both as children was more damming and hurtful than anything. He was raised Catholic and me Protestant. I think what hurts the most now is that Ive shit on myself because of what someone else thinks
I totally understand. I gave up my faith because of how my family would hate and condemn non-cis people and I had a "friend" who wanted me to use homophobic slurs as a way to react to criticism and he got suspended from his job because he was saying transphobic things about the Danish Girl and expected me to pat his ass for being like that. (I broke ties with this person recently because he did too many things to personally hurt me and I couldn't take the strain on my happiness any longer.)
