Here is how the ever helpful Urban Dictionary defines bisexual:
A person capable of having physical, romantic, and sexual attraction attractions towards both sexes.
Now, aside from the small matter of the “both sexes” part of that definition, which is perhaps a debate for another day, since I admit to the fact that I am not only attracted to both men and women, but that I have also had sex with both men and women then I am, quite clearly, bisexual; right?
Well, yes and no…
Well, OK, fair enough, in a strict dictionary sense of the word, I am a bisexual woman. The thing is, while I freely use the term as a convenient shorthand to describe my sexuality, that’s not really how I define myself.
It is generally accepted that an individual human’s sexual preference lies somewhere on a spectrum between 100% heterosexual and 100% homosexual. Me, personally, I would put myself somewhere around 75% on the heterosexual side.
I’m going to be perfectly honest here and say I love cock; I have done since I sucked my first one at 14 and discarded my virginity at 15. I love the way it feels in my cunt, I love the way it feels in my arse, I love to suck them and there’s nothing I love more than being taken thoroughly by a man; rough, hard, slow, tender, it depends on the mood and it’s all good.
But, at the same time, I am, and pretty much always have been, attracted to my own sex. I love our soft curves and sexy bulges, I love boobs as much as any man does, I love burying my face between another woman’s thighs, tasting her juices as I feast on her cunt. For the record, the first person, apart from myself that is, to make me come, was another girl and, despite being blissfully happy in my relationship with Master C, I still have a regular “girlfriend” that I have sex with.
I should point out that, not only does Master C approve of this, He actively encourages it, and insists that I give Him a blow-by-blow (or should that be lick-by-lick) account of my extra-curricular activities with “The Girl”.
So yes, I enjoy fucking and being fucked by women; so, by that dictionary definition above, I am bisexual.
Truth be told, however, if you put a gun to my head and forced me to choose one over the other, and told me I could never have the other one again; in that scenario there would be no hesitation. As much as I enjoy cunt, I could not live without cock. For me, cock is the cake, cunt is the icing; together they compliment each other, individually, icing alone is never going to be as satisfying as cake.
So where does that leave us in trying to “define” my sexuality? Am I bisexual, or am I a straight woman who will sometimes forgo the meat and enjoy the vegetarian option instead?
I don’t like labels. Labels are used by narrow-minded people to try and stuff us into boxes that fit their way of thinking. And that’s fine, except it’s their definition and while it defines me to them, it doesn’t define me to myself.
Personally, the only way of describing myself that I am truly comfortable with is as a sexual human being. I love sex, the gender of the person I’m having sex with doesn’t actually matter so long as I am having sex with the person my mood decides I want to be having sex with.
Another description is slut, but that pretty much goes without saying.