I read a lot of sci-fi. And for some reason I’ve never figured out, sci-fi is very homo-friendly. More specifically, bi-friendly. Ursula K. LeGuin, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Arthur C. Clarke, countless others…They love creating mystical, magical worlds where everybody gets it on with everybody.
I think it was in “The Songs of Distant Earth” where Clarke describes sexuality as a matter of percentages. In the book, it’s been established (in the future, of course) that the only people 100 percent hetero or homosexual are “certified psychotics.” That might be taking it a tad far, but I like the idea of percentages.
Sorority girls and still-in-the-closet gay guys have pretty much ruined bi-sexuality. The guys claim bi-sexuality to put off admitting they’re actually gay…The girls are only bi if there are guys around who might be turned on by watching them kiss another girl and subsequently buy them drinks all night (presumably with plans for a threesome that will never materialize).
That being said, I’m bi.
Going with percentages, I look at myself as 70-30. I find certain women very attractive, I like lesbian porn better than straight porn (girl-on-girl is usually hotter than watching some guy plug a chick in the ass before he blows a load on her face). Girls are usually very good kissers. Breasts are fun to play with.
But once again, that being said…I’m a little afraid of vaginas other than my own.
I have no desire to eat a girl out (I just want to kind of dry-hump them) and I really like cock.
One of the first girls I ever made out with was a co-worker…It was a drunken office party and I was engaged at the time. Ironically enough, the girl used to work with my Ex, and he had a huge crush on her. I got further with her than he ever did. Which was amusing after we divorced, but at the time I felt bad. For him.
But my first, legit, full-on lesbionic experience…No way of describing that except as…Um, weird. Good, but weird.
The girl was actually a good friend of mine. Still is, in fact. It goes without saying that alcohol was involved, and we were totally making out at the bar, but not for anyone’s attention. Somehow I just decided that kissing her was a good idea.
We ended up at her place, at which point things got a little fuzzy. Clarification: My memory got a little fuzzy.
All of a sudden, I’m naked with another girl. And for the life of me, I was so drunk that I thought I was with a guy. Sort of. For some reason I thought I was with a transvestite. I was persistently surprised by the presence of her (rather huge) breasts. I couldn’t figure out why I was naked with someone who had such a high voice. And I kept reaching between her legs, looking for a dick. I have to say, I was frustrated by the absence of cock.
But my relentless foraging between her thighs apparently spoke well for me. “I really liked how aggressive you were,” she told me later.
Yeah, I totally knew what I was doing. Right.
So it was a little odd. Fun, but odd.
I still like girls. But I really like cock