This 'Ten Day Meme' has taken something more like... 60 days... But admittedly, most of that has just been because I've forgotten.
Except for this one.
Day Ten
One confession.
To be honest, there's a lot I could confess. While I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve a lot of the time, I still keep a lot of secrets--some I've never even told anyone. So, when debating what options I had to share, some seemed too miniscule, while others were just too great to share in the happenstance that someone I know--such as my family--running into this blog and discovering it.
That being said, there is one thing that I haven't told many people, but I'm not too ashamed of to admit, and probably wouldn't be the end of the world if my family found out. And that is, of course, that I'm bisexual.
Granted--these days, that's not as much of a big deal. I'm part of the "Whatever" generation: 21 years old, and everyone I know that's about my age is pretty okay with LGBTs--especially when they're female. It's more taboo for guys to be gay (which doesn't make sense to me), but still, it's not something I'd profess openly to everyone I know. Especially not my Bible-thumping family.
In any case, yeah. So, I like girls. In fact, I find women so much more attractive than men that I really find it hard to look at a guy and think, "Yeah, he's cute, I guess." I have to force myself to see what's appealing about them. I just don't find men physically attractive, really... Unless they look a particular way. There are some guys I find appealing.
Like, you know, my husband. ;)
There's the clincher, though: what attracts me to men is personality, not looks. The main reason I've never dated a girl (aside from never wanting my parents to find out) is the fact that finding a girl that's into girls in small-town Northwest America, that I could actually get along with long-term, just wasn't going to happen. Still, I admit that if there is one thing I regret about getting married so early in my life it's that I never got to experience half of who I am. The part that still has an absolutely gigantic crush on someone I used to go to school with, that's a brilliant, sexy, and amazing girl.
I guess that's part of the reason I incorporated Naomi/Amelia into Desperate Sims. Naomi's definitely a lesbian, but Amelia... Amelia isn't too sure about all of it. She's definitely bi, but she's always leaned towards guys because they're "safer", in her eyes. Which is how I always felt, until recently in my life.
And honestly, while I know that a lot of the Simming community feels more comfortable with very orderly legacy families with a boy, girl, and babies, it's incredibly important to me to express my beliefs and create characters that have something fundamentally in common with me--and I wanted the gay part of me to have somewhere to live in my story.
Which leads me to a tangent: How come there are so few lesbians in Sim stories I've read? I always seem to find a plethora of gay men stories, but none about lesbians? What is this fascination straight girls have with two guys getting it on?! Is it like... how straight guys like watching lesbians? Hm. I guess I just don't get it because I don't find guys that... enticing, sexually. Just makes me *shrug*. It's really strange, to me.
Anyways--I'm glad I took the plunge and introduced Naomi as a lesbian. (However, that has very little to do with why she's my favorite character, if you're curious.) It's too often I find stories about just straight people or just gay people, and I think it's about time that the world start recognizing that the two can coexist just fine.
Anyways, this went from a confession to a monologue, but it feels good to ramble, especially about something I feel passionately about. Still, there's something I should clear up very quickly before I wrap it up:
This was the happiest moment of my life. I love my husband more than I could possibly ever explain. I may have dreams about Samantha Carter every night (lesigh, <3!), but that guy above is the guy I want to wake up next to when I'm 60 and can't cover up my grays fast enough. And hopefully, he'll be the last guy--or girl--I'll ever feel that way about for the rest of my life.
And no girl, or guy--no matter how smart, sassy, educated, beautiful, or rich they may be--will ever make me feel differently about how I love my man.
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