It seems so prosaic, and ironic. First I thought I was perhaps bi, but with little actual evidence but having a couple of sexual encounters with women post transition.
It started in 2012. We were watching the Victoria’s secret show of pretty underwear. I suddenly realized I didn’t care about the scantily clad models. At all.
I found them pretty, and they had great bodies. I could appreciate their physical attributes, but they otherwise did nothing for me. My barometer, which was still present at the time, remained at zero.
When I went ahead a few years later with GCS I felt strongly that I should get vaginoplasty since it seemed like a likely chance I would want to at least try having intercourse with a guy. But I still thought I was maybe bi.
And then I was somewhat physical with a guy the other day. OK, yes guys. Girls? I definitely could go through the motions but it isn’t clear I want to. I’m coming to the conclusion I’m straight. Darn, I’m just the average.
The good thing is that there are many more straight guys then lesbian women and a reasonable percentage of them actually are ok with a trans partner.
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