I began questioning sexuality at the age of seven. Maybe even before then but I really don't question it.
It started when I saw my 'aunt' fucking a man... with a real dick. Of course I didn't know what fucking was at the time, but that is not important.
For a good bit of time I questioned the quidelines of gender. Of course, all who stem from a 'logical' family such as mine, or what I once believed was logical anyway.
We were taught in my family that when you have a question that needs to be answered: Go Back To The Basics.
So that's what I did. And the basic guidelines of gender were: Men have penises and females have vaginae.
So when this came up, I was confused because that meant that my aunt, of course aunt being the word to classify a parent's female sibling, was actually my uncle!
When this happened, I did what any child would do. I went to my parents.
Totally against my expectations they actually laughed and the explanation they gave me was this: Who cares...
When this was said I immediately flew into a rage, throwing tantrum after trantrum for over a week.
Anyways, since I want to have plenty of chapters for this book no matter how short. I will stop here.
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Figuring It Out
RandomMy encounters and reactions to sexuality and my way of figuring out how to cope and accept it.