To define is to limit.

Maybe I'm indecisive. Maybe I'll never really know for sure. Maybe I'm keeping all my options open. Maybe I'm clinging to vestiges of societal acceptability to keep from being completely marginalized. Maybe it doesn't fucking matter.

Who cares whether I define myself as lesbian or as bisexual? Does it really make a difference? Sure, I'll admit to being predominantly attracted to women, and I'll admit to having a certain distaste for the male genitalia and the things that come out of it. Does this mean I'll never want to be with a man? No.

I'd like to leave myself open to the possibility of being with anyone with whom I fall in love. I don't want to limit love to one gender, and I feel that labeling myself exclusively as a lesbian pushes me into that single-gender category. People like definitions; they like things to be cut and dry, black and white, either/or. When someone comes along and refuses to fit into a discernible category, people get confused, which makes them uncomfortable and upset.

I'm somewhere out there on the sexual spectrum, but if you asked me where, I sure as hell couldn't tell you. All I know is I know what I like when it comes along. And that's good enough for me.