Pseudo-homos - ones that proclaim to be straight, but have had at least one homosexual experience. If you ask them about an outer-hetero experience, they will admit to it, but soon after comes an "I'm not gay" or "I was just curious," or "I was so drunk."
To illustrate, an article in the June 2009 issue of Glamour magazine entitled "What Counts as Cheating Now?" A woman explains how her boyfriend came home one drunken night and breezily elaborated that his gay best friend had just performed oral sex on him. His excuse was that he was "throwing a dog a bone".
What! Honey, to me there is a bigger question - not "is he cheating?" It's "is he gay?"
So, what makes the girl that secretly watches her best friend undress in the locker room and the two drunk girls that hook up, anything less than two lesbians?
The Kinsey scale attempts to simplistically measure one's sexuality. The test uses a scale of zero to six to measure two extremes of sexuality. A score of zero represents extreme heterosexuality, and a score of six represents extreme homosexuality. I took a quick test online and scored a two. That means that while I am mostly heterosexual, I've been known to have a girl crush or two.
Ironically, I respect the lesbian manliness, strength and perseverance. Because sometimes it seems that you just can't find it in the whirlwind of liars and cheaters, or 'real men' as they call themselves.
So, I understand how it can be comforting to know that deep down your partner is just like you. But me, I love surprises, and I love that long hard thing that males offer. I'm neither a true homo, nor a hetero. I am a pseudo.
This little realization has made me realize that now, more than ever, it is important to see the beauty within, because I see that it can come in any size, color, shape or gender package.
