Let me explain the subject for a second.
For most of my teenage years and adult life, I assumed that I was gay. Basically, when I was younger, I was making myself available to many older men, who usually took me up on the offer. I felt like I was loved and accepted by at least some people during those days.
Now I am 33, and none of those guys want to spend time with anybody who is as old as I am now.
I have come to realize that my sexuality has been filtered through the abuse I went through when I was younger, and that I really do not have any clue when it comes to what my sexuality actually is.
That's the situation in just three short paragraphs.
I am questioning my sexual orientation at this point. How weird is that?