Two Girls, One Cheat
I’m not a great fan of labels. I do use them for convenience, but I sometimes find them restrictive, particularly when it comes to something as ambiguous and fluid as sexuality. One of the sites I frequently visit seems to attract young men who are questioning themselves and their desires: “I love women but I’m fantasizing about cock: does that make me gay?”. I’ve always thought of sexuality less as tickable boxes and more of a fluid continuum, a sliding scale or a cobweb diagram, where varying preferences can be dialled up or down over time as tastes change. Sadly, when it comes to registering on hookup sites the vast majority don’t have an option of “loves cock but wouldn’t turn Mary Portas down given the opportunity”, so when I met R I had my profile set up so say I was hetero. Until that point, I hadn’t really considered other women as potential sexual partners. R was bi, and was very open about his bisexuality (online – not so open in real life). While his preference in women