i love girls girls girls girls.

I live with a woman. Her bedroom is a half step from mine. Occasionally I will go in to her room while she's in there to chat. Most times I look out her window or poke through her shoe boxes. When we sit on the couch we are on opposite ends. We rarely touch each other, maybe a hug when someone leaves for a week or more. Sometimes she says I'm attractive. Her legs are gorgeous, especially in her shoes.

I suppose in some dudes' fantasy world we have nightly pillow fights in our lacey underwear. Or maybe he thinks that when he comes over to see her, I'll ask to join in the fun. He might get to watch us kiss and touch each other before we kiss and touch him. Maybe we'll walk around naked and intermittently slap each other on the ass and kiss when we pass each other, And at halftime we can have our own show right there on the couch, while Chris Berman goes through the most current highlights. Sounds almost like Utopia, like Shangri-La, like a scene out of your favorite porn compilation production.

I am 10,000% Heterosexual. And while I am comfortable with my ability to recognize the beauty in other women, I am not at all aroused by any part nor am I interested in any sexual activity with a woman. I love men, preferably of the dark chocolate variety, who were born men. Not women who look or act like men, not men who used to be women. A fully heterosexual manly masculine testosterone producing manly man.

I am in awe of the number of men who question my sexuality. There have been a number of idiotic reasons for me being questioned, even after I have stated I'm not in to chicks.

But it's different for women.
With women it's more of an emotional connection though.
But y'all live together.
Women know womens' bodies.
You from Cali ain't you?

To all of my friends from California, you are all gay because you are from California. To all of my friends who have roommates of the same sex, you are gay because your roommate is the same sex as you. The word "different" means "gay", but only for women. I am a woman and I know where all of my body parts are, and that means I am gay. I don't have sex, I have emotions, and emotions are what women have, and that makes me gay.

I have also had a brief conversation with a woman who thought she could talk me in to some girl on girl action. Don't knock it till you try it. I bet I can make you cum. A man can't do what I can do......... I am going to preface this by saying I am not a violent person by nature...........I told her if she tried me I'd kick her in her face. I don't take unwanted sexual advances from men either. And since I'm not a man, I don't have a problem kicking a chick in her face. You won't get close enough to attempt to make me cum. I'm knocking it and will not try it. You can't do what a man can do for me because you have no penis. The store bought kind doesn't count.

I'm not gay.

I'll never be gay. I can say that with the full knowledge of my absolute ungayness. There is not a situation that will make me want to rub or suck on titties or eat or taste another poontang. I am not attracted to women. I just am not. There are women who are attracted to women. Those women are called Lesbians. I am not a lesbian, because I am not attracted to women.

I can't explain why I am not gay. I don't think anyone who is gay knows WHY they are. We are born either gay or straight. I was born straight..........I'll die straight.

Yes, I'm from California. So are my heterosexual brother and his wife. So are my parents. They aren't gay either.
I had an emotional connection to a man once. Then we had sex and he used the penis that came attached to his body when his mother pushed him out of her womb.
Yes, it is different for women, because we have tits and vaginas and dudes have penises (although some men have tits too).
I do live with a woman, and she's not gay either.
Women know women's bodies, possibly what buttons to push and whatever other cliche' statement you can come up with to justify my possibly switch-hittedness. If you don't know where your vagina and your tits are you'd better get to searchin. I know where mine are, so does HE.

So are we clear? Don't ask me that stupid question when I tell you I have a roommate and I was born in San Francisco. Because if I asked you (dudes) if you were gay, you'd shit a cow. Hell naw I don't... I ain't... You trippin... Dudes are the first ones to cry foul when their sexuality is threatened or questioned.

So imagine how it feels for someone who is single and straight to have HER sexuality questioned. Just know that I'm not, and I never will be, and I am not interested in testing your theory about women. I do not experiment. I am not curious. I am not gay.