I think I’ve always liked girls. As far back as I can remember the first time when I realized I liked me was around the tenth grade. Ironically, I was sitting on the couch with my boyfriend watching “I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry”. It wasn’t the plot that was keeping my interest, it was Jessica Biel. I remember thinking about a radio show I was listening to earlier that day about who had the best asses in Hollywood. Number something on the list was Jessica Biel. So, there is a part in the movie when she bent down and I said, out loud, “huh, she does have a nice ass”. My boyfriend looked at me with the most confused face I’d ever seen on a guy. I looked up calmly and said, “What? She does!” That she did. Jessica Biel was extremely beautiful in my eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. My boyfriend removed his arm from around me and jokingly kept saying “I knew you liked girls!”
This “joke” went on until the end of our relationship. We ended because I didn’t want to have sex with him and because I had too many guy friends. We’re friends now and we still laugh about our relationship. He actually met my first girlfriend when I went to away to college.
During my final years of high school I really liked this girl who I’ll call “Red”. We got along great: we were both smart, we were both attractive, and we loved flirting with each other. I truly liked this woman and I wanted to spend more time with her. Even though I realized I liked girls when I saw Jessica Biel, I realized I wanted relationships with women when I met Red.
If a label had to be placed on me, I’d call myself bisexual. I love men and women. Parts don’t matter to me because that’s not what I need to be happy. Nowadays, I do tend to lean more toward women because they’re genuinely nicer to be around. Some call me confused, I call myself open minded. J
Me, my friend Quinton, and the cast of Cherry Bomb: a talk show for women who love women.
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