I used to think I was bi.
Then I had sex with a man.
Then I realized that, sexually speaking, women had nothing to offer me.
I think they're pretty, I think they're nice, I think their point of view is both important and essential. But sexually desirable? No thx.
That being said, there are...
He doesn't necessarily have to be a serial killer, but he'd better be man enough to take my life from me at some point.
I wouldn't be interested in growing old with a man and dying from natural causes.
Hanging out, drinking with some friends, we get a wild idea--to kill me!
They want to kill me because they see me as inferior, and I want it for various reasons from being suicidal and depressed to just being deviant. Either way, I'm into it. We walk out into the woods. It's me and two or three...