As y’all might have noticed, I’ve been on a long ass hiatus. As much as I missed writing, and regret not keeping up for the past 8+ months, I accept that shit happened beyond my control. 2017 has been kicking my taco! Good thing I’m a bad ass 😉
Anywho, back to #NCOD:
I’ve mentioned my coming out story once or twice, but just to reiterate, you do NOT have to come out if you are not comfortable doing so for ANY reason, and it’s NEVER okay to out someone else, no matter how much of an evil fuckersnoodle they are. If they are truly a bad human, there are plenty of other ways to put their shit on blast without vilifying the community.
Moving right along…
I’ve been asked how I knew I was gay several times, but recently I was asked a question I’d never before considered; why did I ever think I liked dudes?
It wasn’t because I was trying to “fit in” (that’s never been my thing) that made me believe I could one day fuck a cis-dude without vomiting. Ironically, it was my effort to be open minded. I remember being asked out by guys and thinking if only they were a girl, but then I’d think well that’s a silly reason not to date someone! So superficial! and accept.
But as it turns out, (“turn out” #gigity) it doesn’t quite work that way. At least not for me.
Though it took dating dudes to figure out I like women, the keyword here is *I*. This is only MY story, so don’t use it to justify your “derrr how do you really know if you’ve never tried it derrr” bullshit. That’s like asking “how do you know urinal cakes taste disgusting if you’ve never licked one?” In other words, if just the thought of something is nauseating, it’s safe to assume it ain’t for you.
Also, don’t use my story to justify your biphobia. Though *I* identified as bisexual in the past, it was because *I* was confused, NOT bisexual people. Bisexuality isn’t a gateway to anything except being bisexual.
We’re all different. Homo isn’t short for homogenous.
As always, thanks for reading, and feel free to offer feedback in the comments 🙂