Maybe it’s partly because I just began a new chapter of my life that has me feeling completely renewed and open to everything. I’m enchanted with life and my surroundings right now, going on my 3rd month here in South Pacific Mexico and I’m finding beauty and inspiration everywhere. I feel so good that it’s often overwhelming and I’m glowing with a vibrating carnal energy. That energy has been attracting an obvious attention from others, a big part of which is from a local girl who I’ve started calling my novia.
It started in jest after I found out she is bisexual and that she obviously has a crush on me. She doesn’t speak a lick of English other than the phrase, “I love you baby.” And though I am highly proficient in speaking/understanding Español, our connection is mainly body language mixed with an unspoken bond that was practically immediate.
But now I’m finding myself wondering if it’s my time to explore a bit more where I left off in Colorado. I’ve always been an advocate for new experiences. Hell, the main reason I enjoy my life so much is because I go with the flow and don’t take myself too seriously. Why should my sexual experiences be any different?
Here’s my thought process… People get so caught up in labels—what we are, what we’re supposed to be—that we start doing things (or not doing things) solely because our defined labels say that’s the way it should be. Well I’ve never been a fan of labels, though I’ve always thought myself to be straight. Can I have a sexual experience with another girl and still be straight? I don’t think I care anymore. Or maybe I never did. This feeling I’m getting is exciting—it’s the feeling I got right before I jumped out of an airplane.
That experience of flying through the atmosphere at 130 mph absolutely changed me, but I was still myself once I hit the ground. There are some experiences worth having just to say you have them. Perhaps one day soon I’ll be able to say: “I fucked a girl and I liked it.”