In Which I continue the journey of self-discovery I began at eleven years old

I recently wondered if I have any buried lesbian inclinations. Any at all. Because I am soooo cis-hetero-monogamous I bore myself. I doubted I was all that much if a lesbian because if I watch any woman-centric ethically sourced adult videos, and I encounter any preliminary lesbian scenes, I just fast-forward, because if Mr. Bouncy is not on screen then I am just not interested.  

However, I did make an effort to think about it a few weekends ago, just to see if I harbor any interesting little corner of bisexuality, and I did think about it, but all I did with the imaginary other woman in the menage was to present her to the man. And then I just sat back and watched the imaginary man in question, until I got bored with that too. Nothing else even occurred to me.

So, despite any efforts to branch out, it seems on the continuum of sexuality I am not at all homosexual, or even bi-, allo-, pan-, or asexual. I’m just boring 100% heterosexual. On the continuum of  fidelity I am non-polygamous and 100% monogamous.

In fact, I have been historically Garysexually Garygamous for almost all my adult life. I don’t think Tinder has a checkbox for those options. If he ever leaves me I am doomed.