My parents are some of the most boring people alive. They make logs look exciting. Well that is how I used to think of my parents but ever sense we played truth or dare I think much differently of them. First they ran to our neighbors. Then they ran across the street and so on. When they had returned they were out of breath. Since Denise’s family was left they chose them. When this happened to me, I pretended not to remember anything because I knew the situation would be uncomfortable for my straight friend. In other words, I was trying to give him an escape route by pretending that I didn’t remember anything about that night (plausible deniability, if you will). If he thought that I didn’t remember anything about that night, then he could say the same thing and never have to mention it again.

I started dating my first love, a woman, when I was 15. It was with her that I had my first sexual experience. I was very comfortable identifying as bisexual then. I had crushes galore, and gender felt irrelevant to my attractions. I also helped start the Gay/Straight Alliance at my high school. Sure, people mistook me for a lesbian and hurled associated slurs at me, but I felt solid in my bisexuality. A 2015 report from the Equality Network in the United Kingdom surveyed 513 bisexual respondents, 48 percent of whom experienced biphobia in medical offices when trying to access services and 38 percent of whom received unwanted sexual comments about their orientations when trying to access these services. Sixty-six percent of respondents felt they needed to pass as straight when attempting to access medical care, and 42 percent felt that they needed to pass as gay or lesbian. I would love to be romantically (or even just physically) involved with this guy, but our friendship has to come before that. I value our friendship too much to let anything else get in the way. The part of me that is attracted to this guy wants to believe that there’s more to the story than just a drunken encounter that he doesn’t even remember. The part of me that values our friendship more than anything is telling me that I’m treading on thin ice, and any wrong move could send the friendship crashing down. She turns at the edge of the pool and forms the kitty claws once more. "Don't think I won't chop your Johnson off, too. Vince chooses dare. He is doing a dare." We tried to keep our relationship new and exciting, but there were patterns that were slowly destroying it. He thought it was me and I thought it was him. “You never initiate”, he would say. “You are not affectionate enough”, I would retort. We would argue, he would become angry and pull away and I would withhold sexually, sometimes for weeks. Eventually one of us would breakdown the barrier by giving in and apologizing. We would have sex and then get on with our day to day, really not diving into any depth about what all the tension was about in the first place. It would slowly begin to build again, the same routine starting with the accusations. This pattern went on for a number of years. At one point, after another rollercoaster of no talking, no sex and no communication, I became increasingly concerned about how long this would continue. It was exhausting and we just couldn’t seem to break free. Something was seriously wrong. Then he broke the news.Enough," I say, raising my head . . . sort of like an overstuffed baby . . . from the exposed breast. "Who's going to go next? Tonya . . . truth or dare? We all doing dares? Yes, no — what?" We're sisters —" Tonya argues, laughs toward starry, dark sky. "Would that turn you on, Vince? You Perv." Savin-Williams has done extensive research on the concept of men experimenting with other men, and he says that men are just as curious in same-sex experimentation as women, and says that if men were “allowed” to engage in such behavior, more would do so without a doubt. I had a similar experience with a 'straight' friend many years ago. We had a few drinks, I slept over his place, and then during the night while we were passed out together he started touching my face and laughing. At first I thought he was just being a goof, but then I moved a little closer. Before I knew it we were making out and it went from there. When Lianna Walden’s husband came out to her as bisexual, she was not expecting that to improve their relationship.

Learning the word bisexual on the bus that day a couple of years later was an unforgettably powerful moment of validation. Not only was there a name for what I felt, but I wasn’t alone after all.She discovers another bottle of liquor near the glass table. The table is deliberately situated in front of the latitudinous vista, obviously so her prosperous family can view the flora and wildlife — consisting mostly of birds, coyotes, and occasionally wolves — whenever peering inside the vast canyon behind Lauren's home. Bad guys and sinners are pretty much one and the same thing," she says, intentionally glaring in my direction. After dodging a new splash of soaring water, she erects her head and surprisingly her fuchsia fingernails slip like magnets away from each other in a sonorous snap, and — after lifting her same hand — she points at where I sit along the ledge. "Watch your boy, Vince. He's out of control." Identity: How do you describe your internal sense of sexual self? Which words feel fitting to you and do you feel comfortable donning (even privately)? How do you see yourself as a sexual person?

I would rather die than play “Family Game Night” with my parents. But since they are my parents I will go along with it. One of my best friends from school was gay. We both like to drink heavily on weekends so when one got too drunk the other would bring them home, make sure they’re good; the typical good friend. It was my turn to be the drunk one and woke up the next morning half clothed as the big spoon to his little spoon. Apparently as he was putting me to bed I insisted on cuddling. Wasn’t even weird the next day, just woke up and proceeded to drink brunch.” My friend and I were very close at the time, and I valued that friendship much more than any sexual experience. I didn’t want one stupid night to mess up our friendship. I was perfectly willing to pretend it never happened because I knew that’s what he wanted (and part of me wanted that too). My main concern with this ordeal is not wanting to jeopardize a friendship. I'm uncomfortable about this whole situation mainly because he is uncomfortable. It doesn't bother me that I fooled around with another guy (other than the fact I enabled him to cheat); I'm gay after all. On the other hand, he is a straight guy in a serious relationship. I know that he probably remembers at least something, and is probably very bothered by it. And that is what's ultimately bothering me. I want so badly to let him know that it was a mistake and that it won't happen again. I want to let him know that I won't ever bring up the situation again. I want to let him know that our friendship means much more to me than some stupid, drunken mistake. I want to let him know that he has nothing to worry about. BUT, I can't. I still think the best thing to do, as many of you have suggested, is to keep my mouth shut unless he brings it up. Even then, I'll probably feign ignorance and write it off to being drunk.One possible reason for this may be that the manliness or gender identity of men is often associated, unfortunately, with their sexual orientation, and they are often taught that if they experiment with other guys, it means that they are lesser somehow, or not “man enough”. Bi Husbands, what have you tried as a result of your curiosity? Have you thought about it and tried to connect? Did you connect and have an experience? What was it and how did you enjoy it? What is it that you enjoy the most about your bi experiences, the lust ,the satisfaction,both? I don’t remember if any words were exchanged, but it was definitely on from that point. We only fooled around – mainly oral with him being the receiver. He tried to go for more, but he was too drunk to find any lube. Finally we passed out on a blanket on the floor.

Tonya watches my eyes, so I decisively flash her with a flirtatious smile. Next I push myself up — using the flat surface of my slippery palms — and lift out of the water. I sit on the pool's concrete rim. "Tonya, you up for a game of Truth or Dare . . . or what? This is getting boring. My fingers are beginning to wrinkle like my prune-shaped privates over here." I understand you feel terrible about keeping this secret from your girlfriend. Honesty is the cornerstone of any relationship. But some stones are better left unturned. Ultimately you’ll have to decide this on your own. I question now why I did not touch him or maybe take him in my mouth. I think I was just in awe of the moment...dazed even. It just all seemed so surreal. I am no stranger to anal play but only with Aneros or similar devices. I have experienced prostate orgasms therefore if I were gay, I would be the bottom. Much of what happened next is a foggy blur. I remember some quiet moaning and grunting. For the most part, he kept his hands clasped behind his head. Ideally, you'll both blame it on the booze, and once it's talked about and in the open you'll both be able to find a way to move past it. Hopefully he will also be silent about it when it comes to his girlfriend, since she's a wildcard in all of this.This guy is one of my best friends (if not my best friend). He was one of the first people I came out to. He has always been very supportive of my lifestyle, and is always there for me to talk to.