As I have shared here on other people's topics, I have talked about myself, my Gay or Bi side as I have had experiences with both and really enjoyed them.
One question that comes to mind as I am writing this description of me out is, why should it matter? To answer myself, it matter's because of the identity that comes from knowing.
Year's ago Homosexuality was studied as a dysfunctional practice between the same gender's; in some realms of our society, I guess it still is considered abnormal or dysfunctional as men were created for women and visa versa. Which is plain to see as one human specimen has an outtie (cock) and the other an innie (pussy).
As a side note: I will not refer to either appendage as a penis or a vagina, old terms for an old world; NOT ME!
Being lonely, extremely lonely which went on for nearly 10/15 years of no intimate touch, and I loving sex, sought intimacy out wherever I could find it. I went on a few dates with ladies that I knew, but nothing came of them. I then began to become a loner of sorts. I was raising 7 kids on my own, so I wasn't living in a cave, but my inner thoughts had me deep into porn, jacking off at least once every day, more if it kept me up all night; which happened at times.
On these sites every night, days if I could grab sometime to myself, I began to view Gay sites, boy did I get left behind on cock sizes. You don't need a magnifying glass to find my cock, normal is as normal is, you know 6.5" at best. 7", 8", 9!" longer! fatter! Boy did I want some of that; them.
So in time I began to read Gay stories, watch Gay porn. I got to where watching heterosexual porn was not a turn on for me. I liked, like still, Lesbian and Gay porn. What was happening in the heterosexual world of men with women was not happening for me, it bugged me to see, watch the reminder of this; so even now I do not intentionally watch it.
With the kids now grown, my college days were over, I worked in the mortgage arena for a while. In 08/09 when the mortgage world pretty much fell apart for everyone, I too lost everything, job, house, life, etc. So facing homelessness I moved in with one of my daughters. Not a bad gig, but man, where the hell did they learn to raise their children?!?!?!

Still single in 08, some years after my divorce, I began to hit on guys using Craigslist, back in the day when their Community Page was far better than it is today.
I met a few, no-shows, and I too bailed on one guy, just didn't feel right, actually I was afraid of how what may come came.
Finally after a few hits I met a guy named Jae, or at least that is what he told me his name was. After a few tent raisings we met at his house.
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No need to relate the whole story here unless you want to read it, PM I'll share all of it there. Needless to say though as a first timer, I liked playing and sucking Jae's cock, he called me a late bloomer in the life style. Ok not sure why I would be, but...
When I was 9 years old an older cousin wanted to play, "I'll suck your, if you'll suck mine." nothing came of that game. When I pulled my mouth off his cock, he just laughed at me and turned over as we were having a sleep over; I on the bed, he close by on the floor.
After Jae I met three other men, none of which had much to offer and nothing came of my time with them either.
To conclude: I had been married for 23 years, divorced for now nearly the same (19 yrs). I have been with both men and women, and I will honestly have to say I perfer men to women. I do have a lady friend, not sure where that is going. She knows nothing of my Bi/Gay side, not sure she ever will.
So, according to you a responder to my delima, Am I Straight, Gay or Sexually Dysfunctional?
TY for your replies, I look forward to readng them.