Two months more HRT since my earlier post, and I seem to have settled more in a lesbian orientation. The thought of sex with a man has become increasingly an incomprehensible concept.
I enjoyed it when I was in a relationship for a fair part of last year, and don't feel at all uncomfortable remembering it, but I just can't visualise ever wanting to repeat the experience. It is like trying to imagine pi equalling 3, a baffling concept that just doesn't work!
Watching the people walking past when I was in a cafe on a busy shopping street today, I just saw the guys as a stream of nondescript male persons walking past. Sort of amorphous interchangeable mass of male bodies.
The women on the other hand were all different. They all had an individuality about them, and were all attractive in their own way, aside from whether I fancied any of them sexually. Must admit there were a few got my pulse up!

Karen.