So, I dunno where else to post this and it's sort of just rambling, so if you don't really want to read and are not into explicit stuff, feel free to skip. It doesn't really go anywhere and I do not judge you for it.
I'm coming up on 28 now, and for most of my life until a few years ago, I was just straight, because the way I understood sexuality to work in this way was 100% straight, 100% gay, or 50/50% (aka bisexual). Over the last few years, though, I have come to look at it as spectrum (whether right or wrong) and came to believe myself to be, say, 90% straight. To this moment I don't
really know how to look at it and would honestly rather not attribute a specific label to it all. I don't blame anyone who does, of course, but my own sexuality is such a broiling sea I can't deign to attach a singular word to it.
Now, this is all preface to the last couple months. I'm on really good terms with my ex-girlfriend and she's been my best friend for a couple years. We've been talking a lot about this and when I'm with her I point out a guy who I find myself attracted to. She's a fairly sexually liberal person (to the point she seems to have sex dangerously as escapism, but that's another topic) and we're more than comfortable talking about how we like people of either gender. She has another ex-boyfriend in another city who she's on good terms with, and we collectively decided that when he comes to visit his family here, the three of us will have a threesome. This would be my first time with another man. I looked forward to it despite not knowing how I'd feel about being with a man.
Anyway, tonight, she and I were drinking and playing Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes with my brother and his girlfriend (which is fucking awesome btw). Afterwards, we brought up this other ex in skype on my phone and talked for about an hour. Well, not really: the first forty minutes we were getting introduced and talking and joking and getting along, and then there was a little fooling around. Little bit of pointing the camera at cleavage. Little bit of jokes about sex. This eventually led to me propping up my phone on my bed and fucking her doggystyle and pulling her hair and smacking her ass with her face in front of my phone while he masturbated on the other end. I enjoyed that a man was looking on and watching him play with himself.
Honestly, my biggest takeaway from that, from my first experience involving a man in any way whatsoever (however distant it was), was that it did not make it weird even a little bit. That after a childhood of "ew, gay", and teen years of "that's not for me", and young adulthood of "that's probably cool", I got sexual pleasure seeing another man get his own.
So I don't
really know where to go from here as far as exploring that, between just hooking up with a guy or having a "buffer" woman or what. I just am glad that I'm able to accept what I am mostly without caveats like shitty perceptions of being closeted gay or sexually greedy or any of that garbage society has produced. I like women, and I like men. That's really all I need to hold in my heart to be true to it and I'm okay with that.
Anyway, if you read all this, thanks for reading. Just wanted to get it off my chest and this feels like a safe space. If not, I still love you. <3
EDIT: Also it's after 3 am and I'm super tired and if I said anything offbase or severely mistyped, my bad. I mean no disrespect to people or the English language. Also if I need to tone it down, let me know.