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I’ve never been particularly interested in labels. I’ve always tried to be an individual, without much concern about fitting into the compartments created by society for its own convenience. I think that I am far too complex an individual to be summed up in a single, easy to remember term, or terms: Mother. Daughter. Sister. Irish. Teacher. Wife. BBW. Catholic. I’d rather people get to know me and form an opinion of me based on my actions, rather than on any of a series of somewhat superficial details.
One of the labels I find myself rejecting lately concerns my sexuality. Lately I’ve found myself wondering if I am in fact bisexual. Bisexuality refers to attraction or sexual behavior toward both males and females. By this definition I suppose that I am, as I regularly find myself attracted to both men and women. Furthermore, while I have always identified as heterosexual, I’ve had sex with women as well as men, and I’m very interested in having much more sex with both genders in the future.
But I don’t know if I am truly bisexual. I don’t believe that one’s sexuality is defined entirely by the sort of individual with whom he or she has sex. It seems to be one thing to make out with a woman after you’ve had a few drinks and a gang of rowdy frat boys is spraying you with lukewarm beer and egging you on. It’s something else to make out with a woman when you’re completely sober because she’s hot and you just want to know what she tastes like.
Despite the fact that I have long been attracted to women, long desired them, and even blogged about my disappointment over sometimes going long stretches of time without any girl action, I don’t identify as bisexual. Even though I love feeling the gentle kisses that only a woman can give, even though I feel my heart skip a beat sometimes when I think about a particularly sexy female Twitter (or blog) friend and imagine what she might be like in bed, I don’t know that I really want the “bisexual” label, or that it even fits me all that well. But I’m also not sure that my failure to adopt the label necessarily makes me straight.
I’m more bisexual than a woman who interacts sexually with another woman in order to fulfill some long-standing fantasy of her boyfriend’s, and then feels bad about it afterwards. Of the several instances (so far) in which I’ve found myself writhing sensually against a naked woman, I’ve loved every minute. However, i can’t imagine making a definitive lifelong choice to date or sleep with women exclusively.
And it’s not just because I’m happily married to a man. Even if I wasn’t, I couldn’t imagine making such a commitment. I enjoy pussy very much. I love the way it feels, and the way it smells and tastes. There’s something very feminine about it, and as a woman I find it very appealing. But the fact is, I need cock. If I had to choose one gender over the other to be with sexually for the rest of my life, it wouldn’t be much of a choice. I’d never eat pussy ever again. Fortunately, I’m sure I’ll never have to make such a decision.
Perhaps I should embrace the bisexual label I’ve so long avoided. Many of the people in my social circle, including close friends I’ve known for decades and trusted family members in whom I can confide for almost anything, would undoubtedly be shocked if they knew of the lust I feel for women. While I’m not about to share this with them, I like having such a closely-guarded secret, one that I can reflect on and giggle about when I’m in their presence.
So maybe I’ll give it a try and see how it feels. I know Jack won’t fight me, as he seems to like the label. In fact, it’s all he can do to keep from accidentally-on-purpose mentioning it in conversation with his friends.
“My bisexual wife this, and my bisexual wife that.”
– Jill
I loved to read your view on labels, and the way you view your own sexuality. Very interesting!
Rebel xox
Every human being is bisexual! Its just a matter of how strong their feelings are and how open they are about exploring their own sexuallity.
If two people of the same sex are stranded on an island for an extended period of time they will engage in sex… think about prisons.
Soldiers in the Roman army had sex all the time, it was accepted.
yeah were naturally bi-sexual, our religious based society attempts to use labels to control and redirect our desires.
with that said, I need to taste your pussy and feel you orgasm.
🙂
I so get what you are saying here.. very eloquently and thoughtfully written..
~Mia~
THIS>>> “But the fact is, I need cock. If I had to choose one gender over the other to be with sexually for the rest of my life, it wouldn’t be much of a choice. I’d never eat pussy ever again. Fortunately, I’m sure I’ll never have to make such a decision.” YES, YES and YES… I so get this sentence… I could have written it myself.
Mollyxxx
I’m not one for labels, as I believe it is what it is… but I do believe that your enjoyment of the “girl action” really marks you as a player on both teams 🙂
And there’s no shame in that… 😉
~Kazi xxx
This was so well written and interesting, it made me think and smile. I’m glad you don’t have to make a choice and Jack and you have a marriage where you 2 can be just yourselves. No lables, no sticking with just one or the other, just you!
I define myself as bisexual, although I’ve never been with a woman. However you define yourself, no one is here to tell you otherwise. If it fits, great. If it fits now and doesn’t later, that’s OK, too.