Okay, is there anyone else on here who had crushes on the opposite sex when they were younger, but still believes that they're gay?
I have memories from my childhood that hinted at my gayness, but I also had a few crushes on guys. It's kind of confusing. I still think I'm gay, though, because my crushes on girls make me feel so, so much better than the ones I used to have on guys. I'm still attracted to boys a little bit, but the feelings aren't much. I suppose I'm technically bisexual, but I feel very, very gay. I mean, I could never date a guy. They can be such jerks at times, and it's really hard to be friends with them. Plus, I can't imagine dating someone with a completely flat chest. I like breasts. So sue me.
Ah, the embarrassment of my liking breasts. Last week when I got my hair cut, my hairdresser leaned in front of me to get a look at her hair, and since she was wearing one of those spaghetti strap tops, I could see part of her chest. I kept on thinking about it for the next few hours. "Mmm, they look so soft... No! Stop it, you idiot! The woman is MARRIED, for crying out loud! She's even PREGNANT!! Stop thinking about this!" I couldn't help it though. God, I feel so embarrassed typing this.
See, as I get older, I find more and more clues from my childhood that prove that I'm gay. I remembered two crushes on girls in movies, but nothing else. But I've recently found this book of fairy tales I liked to read over and over again when I was a kid, and I saw a drawing of Cinderella. It isn't a picture from the Disney movie; it's an artist's rendition of her. I remember staring at her, thinking how pretty she was, and then just turning the page, not knowing what this could mean. (Now that I'm older, though, I think she looks a little bug-eyed.) And I found this toy for little girls at Kroger, whose name I can't remember. It was something like Sky-Flyers, or Sky-Hoppers, I think. Anyways, I remember having one of those toys. She had lavender hair and wings. You put her onto a base in the shape of a horse, pulled a string, and then she spun
around and flew off of the base. I loved that toy. I remember staring at her body, and her legs (which were all glittery). It's neat finding memories like that. I know I'm gay, but it's great to have even more things to back it up.
Well, I suppose I really am gay. My attraction to guys is a thing of the past now. I can see if a guy is good-looking and all, but I don't drool over him. Instead, I feel jealous of him, since he has girls lusting over him all around the world. Don't get me started on Orlando Bloom. Lucky bastard... *growls*