The woman was absolutely maddening. She was already more than half-nuts to begin with and still actively baking her brain to more than likely soon ade...quately finish the job. Schizophrenia, schizoaffective disorder, bipolar disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive-compulsive ... you name it, she probably needed to under a brain doc's care for it, along with a heavy dose of lithium, and other proper mind candy. Listening to her constant psychotic rants just made me want to shove my hands. I had something else on my mind, though. Ever since I was s*******n, I found myself thinking more about girls than boys when I masturbated. Any time I attempted to meet someone for a romantic time, I only ever wanted women. Ten years on and it is exactly the same. > > Don't get me wrong. When the girls and I get a few drinks inside us, we end up with our tongues and fingers inside of each other. But a lot of girls do that. It's just one of those silly girly things that men dream about and. "Okay. I thought about it, too. I'm as straight as you are, but remembering the sight gave me a woody, too. I think we're just too horny. We really need to get laid. What are Cheryl and 'what's-her-name' doing tonight?" They went home for the weekend. Besides, they're never going to put out — at least not to us. That's pretty clear by now, don't you think?" We had reached the dormitory. When we got into our room, Jerry said, "I'm going to shower." I sprawled out on my bed and opened my. You didn’t have to, but you did. So I am willing to talk to you right now about anything going through your head at the moment, no judgement, total discretion. Nothing you say, or ask will leave this house.”Troy believed him, he also felt something from his dream, like Bruce knew something Troy didn’t know, yet.“How do you know if you’re gay?” Troy blurted this out after a million questions raced through his mind. Bruce smiled and said “If you’re only sexually attracted to the same sex, you’re.