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I'm a vote for the grey scale, and I really think it's a highly personalized scale.
If there were no societal constraints, I think that scale may be a lot less personalized, and sexuality a lot more fluid than it sometimes seems to be.
As for my own personal attractions, I like roosters more than meow-meows. And when I find myself fancying a bit of the meow-meow-meow she's usually a boyish looking punk chick. Or quite the opposite, an opulent, fleshy odalesque type. Burlesque fetish, I guess. I've also found myself attracted to transgendered women. Women who have become men. I find whatever 'mones they're giving off to be a strangely honey-esque comfort. Perhpas it's the attraction to the outward male appearance, but there's something about a woman's company that often puts me at ease, so...nice mix, I guess.
But that's just attraction. I'm easily attracted. I've got broad tastes and interests and I like all kinds of kind...to a point. But I definitely prefer men. And if I fell in love with a woman (which happened once before when I was seventeen and never went very far; I was much too timid), I think I'd still crave a man's company. I'm pretty sure I'd leave her eventually, which just seems unkind to do if you know that going in.
But I do find that when it comes down to a lot of touch, it's really the touch that matters, and not the form of the person I'm touching.
Then again, I'm the first to admit that I really do like a pleasant ****-a-doodle-doo-ing. It's in me to make that a priority. Ah, well.
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