277 replies (so far) to the "how straight are you" thread. I have no idea why this thread had more legs than similar threads I've seen. The results seem a little different, too. (I'm a margarita or two in as I start this, so forgive...)
I read all of them. Interesting, I think, that only a few were adamant about their "straightness". Most of us are, big surprise, turned on by... each other! More specifically, we're turned on by women like us with a little "extra". At least by the fantasy of it.
Given my current state of alone-ness, I'm given to a lot of thinking. I posted on the board not long ago that after a long life of straight, I was suddenly gay. I'm not so sure that's entirely accurate. I'm not trying to dodge the "gay" tag here. Not in the least. That "thing" that defines gay, I've done it, I LOVE it, and I'll do it some more, given the opportunity. Let's make it clear. I'm single. If I were married (and when I was married) there's not a force on the planet powerful enough to cause me to cheat on my wife, and I figure that fidelity is a common trait among us.
OK. Now I'm three margaritas in! I'm betting that this fits more of you than it doesn't. I don't think I'm "gay" in the classical sense. Here's the deal. I don't want a relationship with a man! I don't want to raise a family with a man (or a cd). I don't want a man (or a cd) to accompany me to the funeral of a loved one. I don't want a man (or a cd) to comfort me in a time of need, and I don't want one to go to the company Christmas party with me! I don't want to be in love with one (although I thought I did).
Here's what I want. I really don't want a masculine man (although my standards are getting lower). I want a girl with... one of those "things". I want to go shopping, go to a movie, go to a nice restaurant. I want to kiss and hold hands in pubic if the mood strikes. Then I want to come home and do those things that by definition make this a gay relationship. Then the next day I want to go back to my "normal" life.
All of that, to me, is not "classically gay". It is, and this is the big deal, an extension of my crossdressing life. Otherwise, I've run out of thrills. I've spent a lifetime looking for the next thing to trip my trigger. Soon the new thrill was old hat, and I was looking for the next. I'm 56 years old, and there's not much in the realm of the cd world that I haven't done, and done it to the point of being bored with it. I'm a bit envious of the girls who post on here about wearing panties for the first time, and what a thrill it was. I wish it was still that way for me. It's not. Not in the least.
Gay? In the "Modern Family" sense, not at all. In the leather bar sense, not at all. In the imagining myself with the cute guy in the office sense, no. In the "Please, would somebody just give me 30 minutes" sense... I'm probably headed there!
For me, it is most certainly an extension of this life-long quest to look like (especially), act like (secondarily), and to whatever extent reasonably possible "be" a woman. A quest to experience life as my own version of a woman. Not as a woman entirely. Only the select little bits that I choose. Then I want to go back. Back to living the life of a moderately successful... man. I want to have my cake and eat it, too.
That... is my cake. I'm betting I'm not alone.
BTW... If you can look at the Picture and Video Gallery on this very site and not thing "OMG, I'd SO do her!", you are absolutely, unequivocally, undeniably... STRAIGHT. That's the litmus test! I failed.