Hey, you know they’re all the same
You know you’re doing better on your own, so don’t buy in
Live right now, yeah, just be yourself
It doesn’t matter if it’s good enough for someone else
-”The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World
I am me. Except in this world of labels and preconceived notions about said labels, I often have a difficult time being just me. That being said, I am a 20-something Richmond, VA native who has an obsession for high heels and could be labeled as bisexual. I don’t mind if you call me a “shoe whore” but I do mind if you call me out on being bisexual. There are too many negative connotations about being labeled as – bisexual. I can’t hide the fact that I simply like people and I’m probably more quasi-straight than anything.
Despite my liking of people, I tend to be attracted to women that look like women and men that look like men. If I met a tomboy-ish gal who’s baggy jeans hung on her hips just right and her kisses made me weak in the knees, I wouldn’t be opposed. Ninety-nine percent of the the time, I am pegged as the straight girl especially if I’m at Godfrey’s while carrying a purse and dancing with the gay boys.
My first kiss was with a woman when I was in 8th grade. One could argue that it wasn’t a real first kiss but it’s my story and I’m sticking to it. This kiss was at a friend’s birthday sleepover with a roaring game of “truth or dare” – I was dared to kiss the birthday girl with tongue no less. Quite the challenge for a late bloomer who had no experience in that department with boys or girls. Kissing the birthday girl stirred fear, emotion, and a sexual urge I had never felt before.
Over time, I put that urge on the back burner because of the expectations to be straight in high school. Nowadays, I meet more men than women. I’ve only dated one woman before she left overseas to study abroad in Europe. I tried to date another girl this past year but she was great on paper, conversation was good, but there was no spark. I firmly believe in chemistry. Chemistry sparks my desire to want to love, to want to create, to live.
So tell me what you want to hear from a 20-something bi-sexual-ish female with a shoe fetish?
In The Middle is a 20-something chick looking for love, good luck and a hot pair of heels in the River City. You can follow her on Twitter @InTheMiddleRVA.