Simply put, I have been boy crazy since elementary school.
Men have always been the ones I kissed, fellated, fucked, Skype-sexed, you name it. All of my sexual experiences and struggles coming to terms with my sexual kinks have involved cisgendered men.
But until recently, there was a side of myself that lay dormant so long it would probably more appropriate to call it “stagnant.” It was a side of myself that I didn’t act upon out of fear of what would happen: the one that had sexual and romantic feelings for women. Keep reading »
I am the most disappointing bi-curious girl ever. My first kiss was with a girl at age 15, over a game of spin-the-bottle. But in the decade-plus since then, I have failed to act on any of the moments where I’m in close quarters with someone I am taken with. I’ve had these really intense crushes on women where I think about them and look at them all moon-eyed … but when it comes to making a move, I get pee-your-pants-nervous. It’s really lame.
Hopefully, one day I’ll just grow a pair of ovaries. But, luckily, some of my Frisky sisters act on their desires more than I do. After the jump, I asked them why they’ve experimented with other women: Keep reading »