There is always someone who has to make a comment. And really there is no comment about my person that someone can say that bothers me except one. “Oh, so you are gay?”

Uh yeah – no. I do not consider myself gay. I like men. I like women. I’m not exactly turning down sex from any gender. I myself am male. I identify as male. I don’t have an issue with anyone else’s life choices or how their brains are wired. As long as you are you and leave me be me I’m cool with you.

But usually, when people find out I like men, they automatically go to the gay side of my life. From then on out I’m a guy who only likes guys. I’m the girl’s gay best friend. Or I’m the guy in the locker room you avoid because you are afraid I’m going to get all down and horny just looking at your wang. Grow the f@#! up.

That is only one part of who I am. I will admit though that I use it as a tool to push people away. My therapist help me realized that several years ago and I’ve come to terms with it. I try not to do it, but old habits are hard to break.