In my head it's very possible to kiss outside one's orientation without shifting said orientation one bit.
I'm all for allowing people to define their ownselves. Sometimes I think they're not being 100% honest but I try to keep my mouth shut. I once heard someone say that men have an orientation and women have a preference. I consider myself bisexual and for most of my twenties I was convinced everyone else was bisexual too. Some very patient friends of various orientations and preferences managed to convince me that the Kinsey scale is real and some people really are 1s or 6s although that can change over time. I knew a guy in college who said that he felt like his orientation changed regularly. What was the question?
In my head it's very possible to kiss outside one's orientation without shifting said orientation one bit.
Wouldn't work for me personally but I'd buy that.
ETA:
I'm all for allowing people to define their ownselves.
Good days for me are days when (in general) I've got a handle on all things me. I don't have the time or desire to try to figure someone else out that I'm not interested in or involved with.
Type is such a weird thing. Most of the men I've dated in the last decade are far from my physical type, but the sassy brains have made all the difference.
ETA: I also think it's weird how hot I can find people who aren't my type.
Yeah, and I'm all for kissing, even if I'm not more into you than kissing. It just means I'm unlikely to be all heart-racingly nervous and adrenalized and tingly after we dance together. Sigh. Stupid GILF.
I forced myself to have a fling against type (he was adorable, just soooo not my style) and I adore him to this day.
of course, the built-in expiration date might have had something to do with it working.
I also think it's weird how hot I can find people who aren't my type.
Yeah that has not been helping me much as of late. Inconvenient to say the least.
Ooh, Cass, clearly you should move to Seattle, where there is an IKEA, and be my upstairs neighbor!!
Clearly I should. I mean, we have an IKEA here but it doesn't serve cheap nummy lattes and yours ... does. It's clearly calling to me.
Though, even in my least femme-y state, I am certain we'd never have more than What the Hell Smoochies but we could be awesome neighbors. And play Scrabble.
It's sad that I love the city of Portland more but the people of Seattle. Puts a girl in a veritable quandary.
I've always said blondes aren't my type but I've ended up falling for more than one.
I've loved dark masculine guys and squirrely queer guys and tatooed butch babes and fresh-faced geek girls... maybe I have no type
