What Sort Of One-Night Stand Made Me Confront The Bisexuality

What Sort Of One-Night Stand Made Me Confront The Bisexuality

Lesbianism ended up being staring me within the face. Plus it had the essential gorgeous eyes we’d ever seen.

We involved with the obligatory drunk girl on girl make-out sessions in university and also enjoyed both incidents adequate to briefly wonder if I happened to be bisexual.

But I never allowed myself to entertain the notion since I was raised in a church that regularly tries to counsel homosexuals into being straight and in a home where terms like “rug muncher” and “carpet licker” were casually bandied about by homophobic brothers.

Fast forward a years that are few.

Two shots of Jagermeister in, my buddies Tim, Alexis, and Sasha, are on the way to Tim’s apartment for an after-party, marijuana and laughter smoke trailing after us, the perfume of partiers.

Tim drops his tips twice before managing to fumble their home unlocked and inward push it.

“Drunk b*stard. ” Sasha giggles and marches in to the kitchen area, ” What’s here for eating in here? I am starving! “

“Don’t have much, have not gone shopping in awhile. “

“Figures. ” Alexis mutters. “You’re such a stoner. “

“that is why you want me! ” Tim pulls himself up onto the countertop, leans their straight back from the wall surface then extends their long feet down the countertop’s size while Sasha scavenges their empty cupboards.

“Dry pasta noodles! That is all i will get in this degenerate’s cupboards! ” Sasha laughs. “who would like some? “

We pass the dried noodles and a new joint. “Which would you like, Monica? Continue reading “What Sort Of One-Night Stand Made Me Confront The Bisexuality”