Well, when I was a little boy, a very little boy, I was fascinated with women. Their boobs, their butts, their long, beautiful hair. Their lips were different, their eyes were different, they were just so different. I studied them all the time, trying to understand and make sense of all the differences between boys and girls. I was also sort of attracted (in my own kiddy way) to them. I would goose women all the time because, well, I couldn't help myself. I had "girlfriends" which were really just women who thought my devilish behavior was cute. It was like, being around these beautiful women made me so happy. As I grew older, I never doubted that some day, I would marry the most beautiful woman in the world, buy a house, and have several lovely looking babies.

I don't know what happened. Drama, trauma, and a broken home later, something changed. I went through a period where I was very much withdrawn from the world and out of touch with everything but the protective world I created around myself. When I began to emerge from it (just before High School) things weren't the same. The fascination I formerly held for women wasn't there so much. Certainly there were individual girls and women who were so incredibly beautiful I couldn't help but to wonder about them or feel things for them (like Nina Gonzalez, my first true love) but women on the whole didn't interest me as much.

My preoccupation with men grew. Sure, I was a boy, I knew about "boy parts" but at the same time I didn't. My penis was really the only one I'd ever seen, but I'd of course seen images or drawings of penises, which looked nothing like mine, as I was uncircumcised. Also, I was a fatass, so unlike most boys my age, I didn't have a normal "boy" body. The way I saw it, I had tits, just like a woman and feminine eyes, and that coupled with my "bizarre" penis made me feel inferior to other boys while simply different from girls. I mean, I couldn't really compare myself to girls because they were different, but to boys... well, I just couldn't help it, and I knew I didn't rate.

As the fascination went beyond study and grew into attraction, I told myself that I only wanted to see, to know, because it was the unexplored. The male body was a new frontier for me to study. Male behavior, male thinking, male existance had to be explored. I had to find a way in which I was superior, an aspect of maleness at which I excelled. I wasn't entirely lieing to myself either, that was... I'd say about half of what motivated me. Toward the end of High School, I'd established lasting friendships, began to identify who I was (and not in comparison to the rest of maledom), and lost weight. As I began to become my own person, and my attempts to woo women failed miserably, I realized the attraction toward men lingered and as I felt I understood men better than women at that point, I couldn't chalk it up to mere curiosity anymore. Eventually I came to find that I was more attracted to men then I was women and thus, a new Logan was born.

I've still never had sex, or a real romantic relationship with a women. I really can't see a straight chick being cool with the fact that I'm more attracted to men. But you never know, one may surprise me some day. I'm recently single again so perhaps now is the time to explore the "fairer" sex.

So anyhoo, there's my story. Who's next?

My actual gender ID has remained bigendered since I was three or four. Asf or sexual attraction, that's changed quite a bit over the years. For a while I was into guys but not really interested enough to date but had crushes on. then I switched in my late teens to liking girls and then both sexes and now I'm nutral and don't like either. I've been this way for about six months now. I like it this way. I don't get jealous as easily and I can concentrate on other things in my life than a relationship with someone.

I'm a very feminine male who used to identify as transsexual but has come to accept themselves more as qenderqueer - I don't really like labels but they can be useful! Dealing with gender issues can be so complicated, not to mention painful at times. Anyone who has had the courage to reveal their stories and experiences deserves support.
Thank-you Newt for starting the discussion and I'm sorry if this sounds like I'm rambling.
In my teens my attraction was towards other masculine boys. I was and still am very gentle, sensitive and soft spoken. This, together with a rather soft girlish appearance led to me being bullied and isolated. I attraction now is still to other males, but also transmen. My sex drive is very low and I'm much more a relationship person. I'm a virgin, still very unsure of myself...but this is where I am at the moment.
Love and peace to all.

Fluid sexuality? For me, my sexuality has been only slightly fluid. Moving from 2.5 on the Kensey scale to about 3.5.

I've always been bisexual. Really as long as I can remember. Like playing house with the girl next door at 6 and sticking things into our urethras with the boy next door at 7. Had a girl friend by 8, sucked a friends older brother's cock at 8 as well. Had full on sex with a girl at 13 and got fucked by a boy at 14.

But through most of it all, though I had sex with guys most was anonymous and my relationships were almost always with girls. The bit of a bf I had in high school "betrayed" me and did my gf while I was away.

That all changed about ten years ago as my partner and I joined the queer community and I came out as bi. Quickly two things happened. I found myself over loaded with female energy around me and I wanted much more male interaction.

Now, almost ten years into a very queer, kinky, twisted, poly lifestyle, I'm no longer adding any more female energy to what I already have, only desiring men and trans-folk for play partners and definitely no more female "relationships".

And I have fallen in love with a very special, very wonderful guy. Luckily he and my partner have also become almost as close and we are forming/have formed a triad.

Hugs,

Rig Daddy