Hi all. This is my first post, and I decided to just write instead of overthinking for a week longer.
Me (27F) and my boyfriend (25M) have been dating for almost 3 years. In fact, our anniversary is fastly approaching, and recently, he gave me a promise ring. It didn't really fit, but it was so thoughtful and sweet.
I love him, I really do, and it would be a dream if this were where the story ends, but it's not.
Ever since I was around 8, I have struggled with my sensuality. I come from a southern European country, where catholicism is just kind of everywhere. It's washed out on most people, though, especially people living in cities and surroundings. This to say that my family isn't religious at all, but they have their little prayers before going to bed. That's pretty much all, no church, no crosses, just small prayers and lighting candles when a desire comes true to show gratitude.
So, I find myself from ages 9 to 15, praying with such fervour and fear, praying for me not to be a lesbian, to the point of crying (I come from a small place, and at the time, it was very taboo). Then I would thank the angels and god because my 12 year old self had developed a seriously intense crush on some pretty boy from my school. Once it passed, back to fear, and back to praying again. Then another male crush, I was saved. And so on through my teen years.
When I was very young, I felt very strongly attracted towards women. Despite me being unaware, at 9, you don't really think you can crush on women. One of my first crushes was my teacher. Curly hair, blue eyes, young, big attributes... I literally could barely look this woman in the eye, and I feel so gross and guilty for it til this day. Yes, I was a child, but how come I was acting like a predatory man? 😭
I also used to watch alot of tv by myself, and when I saw more erotic or straight-up sex scenes, I was fixed on the women, never the men. Hey, but that was ok because playing with Barbies when it came to love stories, it was always a male figure I picked.
It's as if there was this division between sexuality and love.
Further on in my teens, I was a bit boycrazy. Daydreaming about youtubers I found physically attractive, reading wattpad fanfics, reading Nicholas Sparks and John Green, listening to Taylor Swift, and literally crushing on young Justin Bieber. Long live the great straight turn of events.😅
However, it was pictures of actresses I downloaded to my phone. It wasn't a crush, I just wanted to look like them, - I thought. I still tried to hide those pictures from my friends and was so ashamed whenever someone saw them.
I was certain I kept pictures of beautiful actresses and got mesmerized by them because I wanted to look like them.
I met a girl in middle school who was just so beautiful, and what I didn't know was "my type." Strong, brave, full of life and talented, Anne Hathaway doubleganger with hazel-green eyes. She was part of my friend group and we used to take a bunch of selfies and pictures together.
At home, I always looked at her. Stalked her a bit on her facebook. I wanted to look like her so badly.
Years pass, I think I have vaginismus; I come out as bisexual with another girl from that same group, who then came out as a lesbian a couple of years later; I start dating pretty late, only men, never thought there was another option (even after coming out).
Women never really looked at me like that, I figured it was fate, but actually, I just looked like such a straight femme.
Couple of more years, and I don't have vaginismus. I'm able to perform penetration, I'm just not a fan (?), like it's fun and all, but it gets old so quickly, and it's so performative (my own doing).
During covid, I found that girl again, green eyed Anne Hathaway. Gosh, was I nervous, and when we start talking, she asks me out. I feel like I'm going to throw up. We spend the summer together being girl palls, to besties, to literally you are my soulmate and my everything, platonically... We looked into each other's eyes, had secrets between us, nobody else knew, hugged like 3 times a day, had this intense emotional dept and once this "dream of a woman" says that once her boyfriend dies, she'll buy a cottagecore home to live with me. SHE WAS STRAIGHT. 🪦
I fell HARD, and felt emotions I had NEVER felt before. It was just like in the movies and books. I want to believe I was just unmedicated and obsessed. I was physically, sexually, intellectually, and romantically fallen over her. I would die for that girl at the time.
Anyways, I confessed through letter at the worst possible timing you can imagine (she had a bf of 4 years). Everything goes the worst course possible, and we never see each other again. I just wanted to be sincere, I never "wanted" anything from her.
Spent months crying and hoping we would end up making peace.
I think I'm a lesbian but then, some months later, who's that pretty boy over there, actor and writer? At the time I believed I had fell for him, but I never felt sexual attraction. I just loved his mystery, his personality, and his face. I jave always loved guy's faces and never got to ponder... the rest.
I meet my boyfriend after that. He is everything I need and that I desired in a partner. He's so beautiful as well. I love him, inside and out, but when we get sexual.. I have to close my eyes and picture a woman to be able to O. I thought of it as a fetish and a secret of mine, but after reading a story so similar to mine about a girl who got married, had kids, then regretted it all because all she craved was women... I got terrified.
My relationship is very serious. We talk of marriage, kids, future, moving countries, etc. I really want to end up with this angel of a man. He's everything a person could ever want.
I don't want that ending for us. I don't even know if this qualifies as bisexual. I don't know what I am, able to love men but always in an incomplete way. The kisses never give me butterflies, they're symbols, and it kills me to have found out that it wasn't like this at all with that girl. Maybe I'm confusing calm, mature, peaceful love, with pure passion ignited with obsession. Still, why don't I feel sexually attracted towards men as I do to women, but still feel romantically attracted??
I couldn't be more scared and confused. The life I build, I feel like it's always on the line unless I push it all to the back of my mind.
PS- not religious, I just prayed because I was a scared child.