*Exhales through lips*
Honestly, from my personal experience: Don't put a label on it. Just be you. IMO, people should
fuck labels!! (*That is unless they happen to like them. They can be useful. I just don't really like them, personally.)
But, you're the only copy of you there is, so, explore yourself, and what's more,
take your time to figure out who you are. It could take time, and your definition of you could change over time, and over a long time, too. Just enjoy you and what you enjoy now.
If you meet people that judge you for who you are, and what's more, for liking yourself for who you are? Then fuck them, too. Well, not literally; you deserve better than anything they can offer you.
Say you
are bi-curious: Then that's awesome. Or, say you're straight, but happen to be attracted to some feminine men. Then that's awesome, too. That doesn't make you any less straight, male, or, what's more, YOU. That's all you should care about.
I know this is your topic, CharlieCC, but can I share, briefly, my experience with my sexuality? I'll make it quick, since this is YOUR topic.
I'm bisexual. I've known I was bi since about high school, but, long story short, I didn't want to admit it. I've always been turned on to the idea of men that wear women's clothing. Not, like, drag queens, mind you -- that's WAAAAY too flamboyant and theatrical for me -- but to the general idea of, like, a man wearing a ballroom gown and long satin gloves. I just stuffed it, though, due to other life circumstances. I had too much to deal with to focus on it until recently.
But, after all these years ago, I've come to terms with myself, but it's taken time. That's ultimately what it comes down to. Time and self-acceptance.
So, CharlieCC, depending on how old you are, whether you're 19 or 99 or even 999, you still have a lot of time to find yourself and find out what you like in people and who you are...especially if you're 999, since that would mean you're, like, some kind of demigod, and have several thousand years to live and find yourself.
My biggest advice as a lifelong glove fetishist, on-again-off-again crossdresser, former transwoman (male-to-female transgendered person), and now, happily open and accepting bisexual -- all things that I've had to come to terms with over my 33 years of life: Just be yourself. And, if you're able, try to be happy with who you are. If you like yourself, you'll later learn to love yourself, and people will see that, so they'll love you, too. You don't need to put a label on you unless it's helpful for you. In my case, I don't mind saying I'm bisexual. But, really, does the word matter? Not really.
I hope that helps. CharlieCC.
Rommeltje wrote:CharlieCC wrote:Vadim Shatilov, Jacob Landvik, Dimitry Rublevsky
Sounds to me like you're Russiosexual.
Oh... My... God...!
YEEEESSSSS!!!!
Welcome to the club. Back when the Cold War was still on, and I was a kid, I was, for some inexplicable reason
obsessed with the Soviet Union. Don't ask why, I have no idea.
So, having said that...
Here's your honorary Russiosexual member's hat:
...Your member's Kalashnikov starter kit:
...And a personal performance of the "Song of the Volga Boatmen" by Leonid Kharitonov and The Red Army Choir:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tw3g88JtWA
One of us! One of us! One of us! Comrade.