(Forwarning: I haven't had much sleep lately and my mind is all messed up right now. I apologize in advance for the crazy effing jumping around that'll most likely follow.)
Exactly what the title says.
I'm not sure there's a short or concise way to say this, so it'll probably turn into a massive textwall from hell. So, there's your warning guys.
I don't know if I'm looking for advice so much as seeing if anyone else has dealt with this or something similar.
I've been dating the same girl for 7 years. Since 10th grade we've been together, and there've been some horrifyingly rough spots but we've pulled through. When I came out to her about a year ago, it made things a lot harder. Awkward, painful, and effing scary. She's identified as a lesbian for most of her life, but later went to narrow it down and say "I'm only attracted to YOU". She's never even really wanted to screw or date anyone else, and I always liked that. It weirded me out, but I felt needed, and I liked it.
This whole trans thing though, it's messing with her. She can't accept it, and she hates that she can't accept it (Hope that makes sense). She's also got almost no sexdrive. Me, I'm practically a nympho. So we talked about it, a lot. And after a lot of awkward (and often amusing) conversations, we decided that it'd be okay if I starting screwing my best friend. So, I did. And, it was great.
This best friend of mine, he's beyond amazing. He's saved my ass on so many occasions, has kicked my ass into gear when I needed it, gone through hell for me (as has my girlfriend; I feel like I'm painting her in a horrible light and that's completely unintentional). I've thought for years what it would be like if I'd met HIM first, and dated HIM...with my girlfriend staying as my other best friend. Until we started screwing around, I never admitted to it.
And for a while it was pretty awesome. I've always thought I could be polyamoros and it seemed that I was actually right for once. Lately though, I've been getting less and less attracted to my girlfriend, to girls in general. Now, a lot of you guys read my posts and you know that I will readily admit to being...less than fond of a lot of women. It might be stupid, it might be closeminded, but that's me. I go off my personal experiences. This whole post is so effing disjointed, I'm sorry guys. If you're still following I commend you X_X
Recently stuff's gotten even weirder with us. She's been being bitchier than usual, snapping back and forth between attacking (verbally) me and Ben over nothing, to attacking my transness, to sobbing about it all and apologizing for not getting it. She's not a bullsh***er, I know if she's actually apologizing, it's sincere. Believe me, this girl is in love with her brutal honesty.
I feel like I'm falling more and more for Ben, and falling out of love with Julie. We talked about it a bit this past weekend, but I don't know if we got anywhere. It's like a "comfortable stalemate". Until last night. (Yes, my life story is hilariously similar to an M.Night Shamalan story in that there's always a bullsh** twist).
(NOTE: This is gonna sound petty and kind of hilarious but try to hear me out)
Sunday night was the first time in 7 years that I got out of bed and slept in the other room. We've had fights so bad we literally tried to kill each other with knives, and STILL we got over it and slept in the same bed. And this was over practically nothing. I told her to go <not allowed> herself, got up and went to sleep on the couch...cuddling Ben's pillow.
And then last night, sh** really hit the fan.
My girlfriend's nearly non-existant sex drive decided to rear it's shiny, rare-as-<not allowed> head. And for the first time in my LIFE, I declined.
We've turned fistfights into makeup sex. We've screwed when everything was going to sh**. And last night, I just told her (again) to <not allowed> off.
And I didn't actually realize why until about five minutes ago.
I couldn't bear the idea of her thinking of me like a girl anymore. I can't. It's driving me <not allowed>-crazy.
Ben treats me like a person. He calls me he/him/Nick out of respect for me, but he doesn't give a <not allowed> what I am. He's always loved me for me. My girlfriend always did before too, and when I bring it up she'll fully admit she doesn't get why she can't accept my transness, but it doesn't change the fact that at least in this department, Ben is winning, big time.
There's so much more to this, so many reasons why certain things are so bad, so many reasons why I'm so incredibly hesitant to say ANYTHING certain, but I don't even know where to begin.
The big/overriding/semi-relevant issue:
I feel like I'm turning gay, or at least my bisexuality is seriously slanting, but it's really effing odd. If I'd been born biomale, I think I'd still actually want to have sex with girls. As it stands, I'd be happy to never screw another girl for the rest of my life.
Aesthetically, I'm just finding myself more and more bored with girls too.
Eugh...I don't even know anymore.
Anyone?