I'm taking T again, and I have found that is turning me heterosexual.
For clarification, I used to identify as bisexual. I knew I was bisexual since I was a little kid. I had no problem with being bi. As time went on, I veered more towards preferring men, because I preferred the tendencies of their personalities more than women. Sorry, but the way women tend to interact with men and other women does annoy the heck out of me, personally. I have nothing against women, but the feminine standard of flirtation/socialization is incredibly annoying to me. (N.B., I think it's unfair to scream at Chaz Bono for saying things like this--his experience is his experience, excuuuuse the fook out of him for being un-PC, it's his life, he's doing the best he can.)
But I'm not anymore, after T. After T, male body parts just register as non-sexual. Penises are not disgusting, but they are just...meh. Whatev. Big whoop, it's a dick, nice dick you have there, good for you. But breasts and vaginas? I AM SPRUNG AS HELL ACHKSLDKSAJLFDKSAJF GET IT AWAY BEFORE I HUMILIATE MYSELF
I am serious when I say that testosterone is changing my orientation. Genuinely--inherently--changing my orientation. And now I'm beating myself up for being straight. Because I AM straight now. And that means I'm this horrible str8male oppressorz omg misogeniztorz HATE URSELF U WEMMON-BATT0RING MESOGESISD U WANT TO KILL WOMOMZ BCUZ U GET BONORZ FROM LOOKENG AT BOOBEHZ!!!!!1!!one!
Guess I need a good solid 100-proof shot of Valerio right about now, because I don't know how to reconcile my genuine experience with what I'm supposed to believe. My life is directly contradicting everything I used to think about gender politics, and yeah, it's upsetting. Mostly I just want to see what people will say, because I thought I knew reality, but apparently my appraisal of reality wasn't good enough, so what the heck should I think and believe, and if I can't discern my own meaning in a vacuum, what indeed does this mean?
And why am I a bad person for being a straight guy? Where did this bizarre self-defeating complex come from, that I'm somehow a Bad Person, just because I am a man who happens to have arousal reactions to breasts and vaginas?