Men Don't Lead Women Out of Closets

This is something that just spouted out of my mouth in a conversation about relationships, and I realize how true (and hilarious) this really is.

I must be the strangest bisexual female out there, because while I am interested in females, I am terrified of actually getting to know them romantically or... physically. And between high school drama and the media telling me men are cheating scum who make it so you can never love again but you still want to try because you have some innate desire to continue our dysfunctional species, I'm not so thrilled about trying to find a guy either. So, what exactly am I looking for?

I haven't figured that out yet, but then again, I'm only 17. This could be a phase for all I know. But, if I do stick with the way my sexuality is heading, I'll be leaning towards girls for a while.

But back to my statement: "Men don't lead women out of closets." It just doesn't happen. See, if you are a straight female, or any female really, the chances of a man getting you to leave your heavenly closet is about as easy as wrestling chocolate from our mouths. I wouldn't depart from my clothes unless a guy held a spanking new credit card in his hands for me to use to my heart's content. I'm not a gold digger, I just appreciate a good pair of shoes... and multiple pairs of jeans... and perhaps another sweater...

Now, if you are a lesbian or bisexual female, you're going to have some ignorant men telling you that you just need the right guy to set you straight. That is more insulting than someone calling me a faggot right to my face. Because not only does that statement tell me that I'm wrong in loving a woman, but it also makes me feel like a man is belittling me, and as history proves, women don't like it when a man tries to "put them in their place." It wasn't my decision to have these feelings, but it was my decision to accept them and pursue them, and I will not be insulted or ashamed of doing what I want to do to make myself happy. If I let that happen, then I'd have another thing to add to my depression, and pardon my French, but FUCK THAT.

If I want to sit in my closet surrounded by beautiful clothes while I kiss my girlfriend under a rack of shirts, then I will. And I will not let a man try to pull me away from that paradise.