I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You'd be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavors.
I've never understood the idea of having to choose just one thing to love. I was the kid who looked at the ice cream purists in the chocolate vs vanilla battle like they were missing the point of living & ordered a swirled cone - sometimes dipped in chocolate shell just because! Who says you have to love only one kind of movie? I still say that romances and slasher flicks can be interchangeable with the right person and some popcorn! Maybe I'm just greedy, but I can't imagine depriving myself of any of the yumminess the world has to offer just to fit in a neat little labeled box.
|Boytoy - 041814 - Miz B|
|Lady Love - 041814 - Miz B|
Once you begin to open yourself to the vast diversity of people in this world, arbitrary classifications matter less and less. I don't care if she is lesbian, straight, trans, or not sure ... I only care if her touch quickens my breath and intrigues my mind. I don't care if he is bi, dominant, cross-dressing, or confused ... I only care if he is honest and passionate with me, genuine in our pleasures. Arousal & attraction live between our ears, not our thighs ... the rest of the package is merely an instrument of expression.
|Identity - 041814 - Miz B|