A few weeks later, I was in bed with a man, trying out the other side. It was also good, and fun!
And that’s the point where I decided I didn’t care about labels. I wasn’t going to limit myself sexually because I couldn’t find a word that fit. I wasn’t going to lie to myself about what I wanted, because I didn’t fit into other people’s boxes.
I was attracted to both men and women, and that was that.
I’m really glad I gave myself the freedom to explore, or I always would have had so many unanswered questions.
Over the years, my attraction to men waned. It’s kind of like when you want to try something because it’s taboo, and once you experience it, it becomes ordinary. Funnily enough, my attraction to women soared in a big way.
At this point in my life, I’m in my 30s, and dating a wonderful woman that I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with.
But I don’t think I could’ve gotten to this point if I hadn’t given myself the chance to explore and experience what was out there, with both men and women.
It seems like the world is still very homophobic, and hard on men who are curious about other men. I’m not going to lie to you and say it’s easy. Exploring your sexuality is a personal choice, oftentimes a scary and even risky one. The only advice I have is this: be careful, be safe, and be true to yourself.