Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not.

I think I was about 14 or 15 when I first saw this slogan.  I thought, “Well isn’t that clever?”  By that age I already knew that I definitely liked boys, but I was finding that I liked girls too.  I think for me, I always liked girls but it wasn’t until I was in high school that I started to discover it was okay to like girls.
As my sexuality evolved, and I started having boyfriends I started to notice a few other things about myself as well.  I never felt happy with just one steady boyfriend.  When I was younger I always thought it was just because I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.  As I became an adult I began to realize that it was more of an emotional feeling that it was a physical one.  After some careful consideration, and late night discussions with some close personal friends in high school a (platonic) girlfriend said “Maybe you’re polyamorous?”  I had no idea what that word meant, so we let our fingers do the talking and fired up her parents computer and dialed into AOL.  I was inundated with information, and after weeding through a lot of religious arguments, and personal ads I found – “Hey it’s OKAY to love more than one person, and that if we chose to share that love together or separately, that was okay too.”
I was raised in a pretty open household.  It wasn’t unacceptable in my family to lounge in your bedroom naked, or to walk from the bathroom after a shower to your bedroom.  The naked body wasn’t something I was raised to be ashamed of or to not appreciate in all of its shapes and sizes.  While I won’t delve too much into my upbringing as I feel it invades the privacy of my family, I will say that I was raised to be pretty open minded.  There wasn’t a lot of prejudice in my  immediate family, and I wasn’t ashamed to bring home my first boyfriend who was black.
I lost my virginity (boy/girl) when I was 16.  Up until the night I had sex for the first time I was pretty sure  I was going to wait until marriage.  It wasn’t for religious reasons, or because it was the “right thing to do” but mostly because I had never felt that need.  To be quite honest, the first time I had sex I am pretty sure when my then boyfriend asked me if we could my response was probably something very close to “Sure, what the hell.  I’ve got nothing better to do.”  I kind of define the first 3 or 4 years of my budding sex life as pretty much that statement.  I bounced from one guy to the other, and while keeping it safe (using birth control – getting tested regularly) I wasn’t exactly picky on the guys I dated.  None of them were awful men, but they were often times what was there at the time.
This lead me down some pretty awkward roads, in that there was a lot of cross dating in my circle of friends at the time.  For example, I once dated a guy who had dated my best friend, who later dated my other best friend, who then got married to the girl that he cheated on me with whom later became a very good friend of mine.  Did you follow all of that?  Funny thing is, that’s one of the easier strings to follow.  It was around that time that I had my first sexual experience with a woman.  That was interesting, to say the least.  It started out innocently enough with a group of friends getting together for a small party at a female friend’s house, at one point I mentioned that I had always found said friend quite attractive.  She admitted that she too found me attractive, and that “Oh, by the way – I’m (she’s) bisexual.”  Thing got a little more interesting from there when another gal admitted that she had always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman.
To not delve too far into all of the sexy details (that’s another post in and of itself), there was a fair amount of heavy petting and sex that night, and it was my final step into what would become a beautiful and complicated romance (and at times) relationship with a very wonderful woman whom I still call a friend.  I still enjoy the company of women, and have in the past had serious relationships with women but for the most part I generally tend toward relationships with men.  That doesn’t make me appreciate women any less, I’m just at a point in my life where women are fun and I enjoy play time but I haven’t found a woman that I find relationship material.
This leads me into my sexual preferences, and that I don’t personally identify as bisexual, or straight.  Being that I enjoy men and women this also excludes gay or lesbian as an identifier.  Well, that takes out the S and the GLB for my “options”.  So where does that leave me?  Well folks, there’s this 
new
 concept that referred to as pansexual. This often refers to someone who is attracted to all gender identities. Personally if I had to choose, I’d say that’s me.  I don’t care if you are Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgendered/Transsexual or Straight.  That’s your own life that you’re trying to define, and I am not about to find you less attractive just because (insert deity/creation belief here) fucked up the chromosomes at the time of your conception.