There are definitely times in my life where I feel different. When the experiences of my childhood taint the way I view things. And I wonder if this whole gay marriage debate is one of those times.
Up until recently physical contact made me distinctly uncomfortable and I certainly have never felt comfortable in intimate situations. I have always admired people who are comfortable in themselves and their sexuality.
But I don't believe being comfortable in your sexuality is the same as being promiscuous.
I met the hubby when I was 18. By the time I was 19 we knew we were soul mates. He has always been the only man for me.
So you see, when I meet a person, my first thought is not what they would be like to have sex with. "Hi my name is Dawn, how do you like your sex?"
In fact it's not even my second, third or actually ever thought. Some people I might look at and think "they are good looking". I do this to men and women. Others I might get to know and think they are lovely people. Again, men and women.
I don't think "I wonder what they are like to have sex with"
Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's because of all my hang ups.
But I really don't get why someone's sexual preferences has anything to do with me? Unless we're talking my husband of course...but really, who cares if you prefer men or women, sex indoors or outdoors, role play or pure physicality? What on earth has that got to do with anything in day to day life? Because treating people differently because of their sexual preference to me is the same as treating people differently because they prefer Costa coffee to Starbucks...really? What does it matter to me?
As I said...maybe because of everything I went though I am just missing the point here...