No more fighting it, I"m boy crazy. Emphasis on the crazy. I've tried to deny it, I've employed the say till you believe it thing, like fake smiling to bring on real smiles, but fact is I like men. I like the attention of men, the company of men, the bodies men, the smell of men..., all the bits and pieces of men.

Sigh.

I've fallen head over heels into a few men. I don't fall in love, but into the warm embrace that comes from getting lost in physical intimacy.

The vunerability that comes when two people swim around each other is hypnotic. In these moments I feel beautiful, powerful and safe. I don't have the opportunity to feel like this often. This very comfort has kept me locked into wanting for a few men who cannot return the comfort outside of the bed.

I fought a few of them tooth and nail, butting my head against common sense.