I was actually working on an essay about this 🙂
This, to me, is like saying, “Oh Jeez, how can you ever marry? You like both blue eyed AND brown eyed people? How can just one eye color EVER satisfy you?”
Piffle. You like who you like. The best relationships are with people who click with you in the most ways, but you could NEVER expect another human being to fulfill all your desires, all of the time. Nor should you.
Actually, I had a conversation the other night with someone about sexual orientation vs. romantic orientation (in my case, these are markedly different, but certainly up for reconsideration).
This led my friend to ask whether or not I wanted him to have boobs. I hadn’t even considered this until it was mentioned. 🙂
But the answer was, no. I like him ’cause he’s, well, HIM. If he wants to dress up, hell, I’m game, it could be very interesting. But if I have a desire for boobies, that’s, wow, a whole different mental place, for me, than the one he fits into. It’s like asking me If I want my car to be a good blender.
Never had a problem with it. The first couple of guys I dated/played with were all bi. Never thought twice about it.
I was actually working on an essay about this 🙂
This, to me, is like saying, “Oh Jeez, how can you ever marry? You like both blue eyed AND brown eyed people? How can just one eye color EVER satisfy you?”
Piffle. You like who you like. The best relationships are with people who click with you in the most ways, but you could NEVER expect another human being to fulfill all your desires, all of the time. Nor should you.
…and
Actually, I had a conversation the other night with someone about sexual orientation vs. romantic orientation (in my case, these are markedly different, but certainly up for reconsideration).
This led my friend to ask whether or not I wanted him to have boobs. I hadn’t even considered this until it was mentioned. 🙂
But the answer was, no. I like him ’cause he’s, well, HIM. If he wants to dress up, hell, I’m game, it could be very interesting. But if I have a desire for boobies, that’s, wow, a whole different mental place, for me, than the one he fits into. It’s like asking me If I want my car to be a good blender.
Re: …and
My car is a good blender.
Re: …and
Yes, but, the real question is, is your floor wax, a dessert topping?
Re: …and
no, but my prom dress is good socks.