Dudes are either stoked because they think they’ll get a threesome or butthurt because my interest in solo lady time after a romp with them is suddenly a blow to their ego. Women who are solely into women typically get bummed that I have a history/side passion for the D, partially because they don’t understand it. Across the board I get the word “curious” a lot, as if my sexuality is still being sorted out and to be determined by the person I vibe with best. I actually catch myself throwing out the preemptive disclaimer that I’ve dated or am interested in a person of a particular sex when I’m talking to someone of the opposite, just so I can gage how they react before our conversation gets too deep. Basically, where my pan and/or bi humans at? Let’s hang.
For sure bought clothing just so I could get this free book (“hOw2 wRiTe lovE PoEMs tHaT DoN’t SuCK”) and proceed to write my own poetry with it.