James
I was happy once. I had a relationship that I thought was everything. I lived and breathed for this person. I worked a menial job back then. I was younger and thought I had found my forever. I went through high school and a little college working through my sexuality. I liked girls of all types. Small breasts, large breasts, thick thighs and chicken legs. It didn't matter to me, I found I didn't have a type, whatever caught my eye or got my d**k hard. But there were a few men that I was attracted to throughout those years. It confused me at first, but by the time I graduated from high school I knew I could go both ways.
I didn't have this big coming out of the closet moment. It was just me and my mom, and she was cool with whatever. That made it easier to figure things out for myse
