So, on top of being in the Shawn Mendes thread because you want him, and needing to look for fault in and insult him because you’re awkward with those feelings of attraction, you’re also pretending(?) to miss the point. You’re going to go literal grammar Nazi in the hope of, what, saving face? Thinking your feint isn’t transparent and tedious? I wish Shawn Mendes were gay. Hell, I hope he’s at least a little curious. I mean, he’s not afraid to engage his feminine side, explore the influences of the gay and trans people around him. But I don’t think he’s gay just because I would like him to be gay. And especially not because he doesn’t fit the stereotypes that the unsophisticated damaged assholes around me growing up believed in.
It’s the basic appreciation of the form I imagine artists have. Seeing some statuesque beauty of a woman...chiseled facial features, delicate broad shoulders, long bending torso, strangely inviting feminine ass...I’m thinking of someone like Tricia Helfer as Six in BSG lol...I dunno, even the thought of fucking...the thrilling depravity of it...the easy access from the front...even the possibility for procreation...they’re all kinda hot, in their fleeting way. It’s not because I’m bi, it’s just being aware.
I wouldn’t dare to guess. But if I never sleep with a woman for the rest of my life I’d consider it a full one.
Don’t care enough to. The list doesn’t fun as deep. With a man, a smell alone is enough to send me over the edge. Women...might as well smell like cold cuts.
No, I thought I was bisexual because as a child I hoped I was. Because I could appreciate women I hoped that if the right one came along I could want her as deeply as I wanted guys. I would have much preferred to be straight. That’s the experience of a lot of people growing up in a straight world.
Because I’m very much gay. I don’t seek out or think about women for any substantial amount of time, and I could be completely happy never having any sexual thoughts or contact with one in my life.
Nah, you overshot the mark. I have plenty of conviction for who I am and I came out long before I “needed” to.
Interesting being lumped in with Geick. Suddenly I’m picturing us at gala somewhere, in black tie, tipsy, clinking champagne glasses and saying, “Can you believe this guy,” and getting sloppy in the cloakroom.
Out of curiosity, how old are you? To the decade.