Sehr interessant . . . but not surprising

Yesterday T came out to me as a het-identified bisexual (the analysis is mine, based on what she told me).  She said that while she was attracted to both sexes, she thought she’d always be “pickier” (her term) about the women she dated, both because she enjoys the company of boys more and because she feels that, as a woman, she’s going to have higher expectations of another woman in a relationship.  (Personally, I think the second is unrealistic, but she’ll have to try that one out for herself and find out whether it works.)

L’s response, and mine?  “NBD.”  Given the range of sexual preferences in both our families over the last generation or two, T had at least an even shot at turning out to be either bi or queer.  She knows she has two queer uncles, a bi aunt, parents who have been gender-benders in varying degrees for just about all of their adult lives, and an assortment of vari-sexed friends of all ages.  And that’s not to mention the various flavors of kink represented among our acquaintance (in Austin, if you don’t know at least one person with some flavor of kink, you must have moved here only last week.)  We’ve always taken the position that what you are is what you are, and there’s no point in trying to “change” it in some way.  (Because of some old, tragic family history, I may be even more emphatic than L is on this particular subject.)

F’lar twiddles the etiolated banana slug.  Fnord.