Raindrops on roses

Sexuality is a strange thing. If one had to describe one’s sexuality it would be omnivorous. Growing up one always knew one was a little odd. All the fantasies were dark and the things that attracted one were unusual. While other children had pictures of rock stars on their walls one lusted after Wonder Woman, and to this day one still prefers brunettes. As a young teen one used to sneak out to go and see the Rocky Horror Picture Show because Tim Curry drew one like a moth to a flame. Dressed as a woman, not the abomination that they tried to turn him into, might one add. To this day one likes women who are rubenesque or boyishly dykey and one has always had a weakness for cross dressing men. Strange how one ended up with a strapping six foot blonde.