Lesbianism ended up being staring me personally into the face. And it also had the essential eyes that are beautiful’d ever seen.
We involved with the obligatory drunk woman on woman make-out sessions in university and also enjoyed both incidents enough to briefly wonder if I happened to be bisexual.
But I never allowed myself to entertain the notion since I was raised in a church that regularly tries to counsel homosexuals into being straight and in a home where terms like “rug muncher” and “carpet licker” were casually bandied about by homophobic brothers. Continue reading “What Sort Of One-Night Stand Made Me Confront The Bisexuality”