The message was that bi women could be hot, or just experimenting, but that bi men were weird. I had a really strong sense from family and the outer world that being out would be punished, that male homosexuality was such a failure. I just like cock better! But I still feel a little queer in my heart. I had strong feelings for those women, but I had a hard time reciprocating sexually. Then I blew her off to go to an art opening with a German guy. We fooled around at my place, but I never went down on her. And then there was this very nice older woman. We kissed on a bench in Union Square, but I don’t think it went much further. We just started dancing, and it was electric. She was really hot - tall and very butch, short hair. Then in grad school I went to a dance party at a gay friend’s loft in Alphabet City and I saw this woman. I fooled around with a couple girls in college. We never did anything, but I wanted to kiss her. This girl and I had a make-out thing in high school, and I also feel like I was sort of involved with my best friend at 14. It was the ‘80s, and we were all listening to queer British music like Frankie Goes to Hollywood. I knew lesbians and gay guys as a youngster because my mom was an art professor. It was hands down the best New Year’s Eve ever.
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She was a trooper! I really appreciated that, plus she was hot, with brown hair and blue eyes. Instead of going to the ER and ruining the NYE party, we splinted it with cardboard and went on partying. I was in med school and knew her wrist was broken. Thankfully, the guy I invited brought another girl, and I ended up hooking up with her! When we arrived, she tried to learn to snowboard and fell and broke her wrist. Which guy should I hook up with? I couldn’t decide. So I was really nervous about the upcoming weekend. Then that situation became confused because I hooked up a little with the second guy. I invited another guy, who was just a friend. I knew there would be a guy there who liked me and I liked him. I was invited to a New Year’s party weekend at a Tahoe ski resort. I can still see and feel this about myself, although I haven’t had sex with a woman since then. I had been fascinated by the idea of bisexuality. Crazy young women! I knew that I wasn’t a lesbian for life.
We had a nasty fight, threw dishes, and broke up. We lived in different places and visited each other and traveled around Oregon. We spent one night with our tops off and one with our bottoms off, then the third time was the charm. We made love the first time in our friend’s house on the floor. I have scarcely ever been as excited by the thought of making love with someone as I was with her. She was hot! I’d call us both pretty feminine. I had been to a feminist conference in Eugene, Oregon, where I met several lesbian women. I know that after an apocalypse, my husband could go into Prospect Park and kill dinner for us and we’d be fine.Įarly 20s, late in college. The women I’ve been attracted to - except for my girlfriend, who was very feminine - have all been super-hard-core butch. We were hiking and she kept trying to read lesbian erotica to me - those things don’t go together! I’m married to a man now. I did go on one really bad date with a girl. But after we broke up, my next serious relationship was with a man, and I’ve just never fallen in love with another woman. I really thought I’d be with women from then on. I’d announced to my parents that I was gay and everything. I really enjoyed sex with her, so I thought, “I’m a lesbian!” But then … nope. She ended up moving back to college with me and living with me in my off-campus housing.
Over the summer, I went to work at a New Age conference center and I met this woman there and totally fell head over heels in love with her. My college boyfriend had moved away and I was really missing him. Some names and identifying information have been changed. Here are 15 men and women whose college experiences took them away from heterosexuality and (sometimes) back again.
And part of what you learn is that you can’t always predict whom you’ll want to sleep with. College is a chance to learn about yourself. The LUG - Lesbian Until Graduation - is a long-standing cliché, but no one’s story is as simple as that. Throughout this week, the Cut explores college life, from politics and identity to parties, sex, and style.Ī straight woman I know was asked by her boyfriend if she’d ever made out with a girl.