2008 Woodie Awards
THE EROGENOUS ZONE: Straight girl goes gay, revisited
Brook Taylor
Issue date: 1/17/06 Section: Life
Back in October, I wrote a column on my first experience making out with a chick. It was a relatively innocent act, and definitely not out of the normal boundaries of college experimentation (it's almost a general education requirement these days, isn't it?). How was I to know that it would lead to a hot lesbian love affair?
That's right, folks. Your very own chest hair-tugging, cock-loving sex columnist has been getting action from the other team. And here's the real kick in the pants: I still vehemently maintain my straight status.
Confused yet? So are all the friends that have already been exposed to my little secret. It's a hard concept to wrap your mind around when we live in a society that prefers to view sexuality strictly in black and white. Don't worry; I'll explain.
But first, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell happened. It's pretty simple, really. After that insane weekend, she and I stayed in touch. We would see each other and chat at the weekly PRIDE meetings or when we ran into one another on the way to class. Before long, she started hanging out with my friends and me more frequently, and vice versa.
Then one random Tuesday night, things progressed. After a stressful day of classes near the end of the semester, the two of us and some friends were unwinding with some serious alcohol consumption. I was absolutely toasted and feeling really good, so I decided to roll with it. Nothing spikes a good buzz quite like a hot makeout session.
So that's what we did...for hours. I let myself get lost in the new, foreign sensations; her breasts pressing into mine, the soft, smooth skin, the girly moans and sighs. That night, it was pretty clear that things would never be the same between us.
The next morning, my mind was spinning. Regretting nothing and having found it all intensely pleasurable, I began questioning myself. Did this tryst make me bisexual? Obviously, I'm no lesbian.
After a lot of thinking, I found that I could never subscribe to the bisexual title. The one unalienable truth that I know for sure is that I'm going to end up with a man. It's just what feels right. That's why if I had to choose a sexuality, I'd label myself straight. My best friend calls it "hetero-flexible". Besides, I feel absolutely no attraction to women, except for the one I'm fooling around with. There's just something about her specifically, and I can't deny the connection.
That's right, folks. Your very own chest hair-tugging, cock-loving sex columnist has been getting action from the other team. And here's the real kick in the pants: I still vehemently maintain my straight status.
Confused yet? So are all the friends that have already been exposed to my little secret. It's a hard concept to wrap your mind around when we live in a society that prefers to view sexuality strictly in black and white. Don't worry; I'll explain.
But first, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell happened. It's pretty simple, really. After that insane weekend, she and I stayed in touch. We would see each other and chat at the weekly PRIDE meetings or when we ran into one another on the way to class. Before long, she started hanging out with my friends and me more frequently, and vice versa.
Then one random Tuesday night, things progressed. After a stressful day of classes near the end of the semester, the two of us and some friends were unwinding with some serious alcohol consumption. I was absolutely toasted and feeling really good, so I decided to roll with it. Nothing spikes a good buzz quite like a hot makeout session.
So that's what we did...for hours. I let myself get lost in the new, foreign sensations; her breasts pressing into mine, the soft, smooth skin, the girly moans and sighs. That night, it was pretty clear that things would never be the same between us.
The next morning, my mind was spinning. Regretting nothing and having found it all intensely pleasurable, I began questioning myself. Did this tryst make me bisexual? Obviously, I'm no lesbian.
After a lot of thinking, I found that I could never subscribe to the bisexual title. The one unalienable truth that I know for sure is that I'm going to end up with a man. It's just what feels right. That's why if I had to choose a sexuality, I'd label myself straight. My best friend calls it "hetero-flexible". Besides, I feel absolutely no attraction to women, except for the one I'm fooling around with. There's just something about her specifically, and I can't deny the connection.
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