So I did a little research to get to the bottom of it. Some part of me has always been a little curious about this part of myself, and it has made my sexual-identification journey a tad confusing. Having not discovered my sexuality until later in life, after moving into my own space with ample room and time for masturbatory experiences, I was surprised to discover just how fired up I get seeing some dude I’d shove out of my way on the street to get a better look at my first wife’s booty going at it. Porn and masturbation did not factor into my life until much later, likely due to the fear of one of my parents bursting into my room unannounced at any moment in time because god forbid anyone have a closed door. Perhaps because I grew up in an immigrant household where internet privileges were sparse at best – or perhaps because privacy was even harder to come by – I did not grow up watching porn.
There is a phenomenon in the lesbian community that many of us experience but few of us can explain: we are very, very turned on by two dudes banging.
