This is a recount of my own journey. It is simply to share my personal experiences over the past year. My story will not line up with that of everyone. Remember, you know your own sexuality best and you are unique. I am not claiming to represent anyone. However, I hope perhaps what I have been through will resonate with someone who reads this. If you are struggling with your sexuality and are seeking some support, I have included links to organizations that can help at the end of this article.
It was one of the foggiest nights in my hometown of Lahore, Pakistan. Everything was white, and it is not even an exaggeration — zero fucking visibility.
To start this off, I think I should give a general explanation of what genderfluid is. Not many people have heard of the term, and less have met someone that identifies as this.
The first time I fell in love with a girl was like a breath of fresh air. For so long, I believed that I wasn't worthy of love; I wasn't like everyone else; my desires didn't match theirs and theirs didn't match mine. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.
So you've come to realize that you're a little different; that you don't feel sexual attraction the way others around you do, or to the types of people those around you do. You feel it for the same sex. You feel it for both sexes. You feel it for all genders and people alike. You don't feel it at all.
Lesbian sex is a very popular curiosity. Some people truly don't understand how sex can happen without a penis, or have misconceptions from lesbian porn made to cater to what men want to see. As a bisexual blogger, I'm here to unbox lesbian sex.
For a long time now I've been curious about your secret.
A follow up to Pandora’s Box