I babysat when I was twelve for two neighbors. They were both woman raising a little girl. She was three. At the time I don’t recall thinking of them as gay. I’m 53, this was a long time ago. I did find magazines in their home. Skin mags and Penthouse forum. That was my first experience with p**********. When the girl was asleep and I was on my own in their living room I’d pull out those magazines. The photos of the women excited me as did reading the forum stories. I experienced my first true o***** in their house, hand down my jeans on their sofa with those magazines. And yet it’s taken me years to think that maybe that meant something. That maybe I wasn’t as straight as I thought I was. It feels too late now. I’m married (again) to a man. I have two girls. I support LGTBQ issues but I don’t see how I’ll ever know for sure if I fall a little less to the straight side of the Kinsey Scale. What did it mean how arrousing those photo were to me. To this day, I still love watching two woman make love. I love watching two men, too. Although heterosexual p*** will get me hotter than either of the other two.