self-embodiment of perfection

I've known since I was at least 12 that I liked girls. I knew it was more than just as friends, too, because of the funny feelings I'd get between my legs. I even experimented a little bit with my best friend at the time. I wrote about it in my diary. The excitement and desire was clear from my writings at the time. I don't remember when I learned the word bisexual or if that was the same moment I accepted myself as bisexual, but as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter. I've been this way for a long time. Despite this, my sexual and romantic experience has been overwhelmingly male dominated. Not exclusively, but predominantly. It's not something I was happy with per se, but I felt I had had little choice in the matter. It had just worked out this way. I remember my sponsor in a 12-step program told me that she had heard of experiences of women addressing their trauma and deeper validation issues and then going on to exclusively date women. I'll never ...