Bisexual Life

The night is deep, and I long to bury myself deep in the soft blankets, to be immersed in the endless silence…
They say bisexuals are the most selfish people, but I think they are the most tragic. Sometimes, I can't even figure out where my heart truly lies. I wander aimlessly within this group, lost and confused. I'm willing to admit I'm bisexual; I appreciate all the beautiful things in the world, whether they're heterosexual or homosexual. Women are gentle, and the bond between two women, supporting each other, sometimes requires a greater sacrifice than that between heterosexuals. I yearn to become stronger, to protect each other's soft, fragile hearts. But my inner gentleness leaves me heartbroken…
Night always makes people vulnerable and confused, especially in the dead of night like this.
I. My First Intimate Encounter
On the day I turned 14, my first period started, and I came home earlier than usual. My childish playfulness led me to bypass the front door and go around to the window. The moment I entered the bedroom, I saw a scene I shouldn't have seen at my age.
A man, not my father, was naked and entwined with my mother on the living room sofa. My mother was making horrifying moans, like crying and laughing.
Later, although I knew what my mother was doing wasn't honorable, I naively thought it was just a game between adults. I ignorantly told my father about it. For a long time afterward, the warmth of the past was gone from our home.
First, my mother ran away from home, and then my father stopped coming back. I became an "orphan." Then one day, my grandfather came to take me away, and I learned that something terrible had happened. My father, seeking revenge, had stabbed my mother's lover and was sentenced to prison. My mother had gone with her lover to an unknown place. It wasn't until a few years ago, by chance, that I learned of her whereabouts.
From then on, I hated my body, hated men, and hated women. I attributed everything to that first period.
Another period came, and I wiped my genitals fiercely with tissue paper, over and over again… My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted; my muscles were squeezing my internal organs, and my blood seemed to flow to only one point before slowly spreading throughout my body. My consciousness blurred. I was both terrified and unable to resist savoring the feeling.
My first orgasm happened unexpectedly, a result of my own self-hatred and revenge.
II. University Dorm Roommates Offered Each Other Comfort
Since my first intimate physical contact, I gradually realized I couldn't live without this terrifying yet irresistible pleasure. That period coincided with my high school entrance exams. Every night before falling asleep, I would punish myself; only after the pleasure subsided could I find peace. This didn't affect my studies, and I smoothly entered high school. For
three years of high school, besides studying, I would hide alone in my room where no one could find me and masturbate. At that time, I didn't realize I had any fetish tendencies. My personality became increasingly withdrawn, unwilling to communicate with others.
The change occurred after entering university.
One of my roommates was slender and petite, and what was even more surprising was her skin—so smooth and fair. I had an inexplicable urge to touch her body.
For a long time, I paid close attention to that girl. The school year passed quickly. At the year-end party, she accidentally fell during her performance. I was the first to rush over and help her up. She looked at me with great gratitude, and it was the first time I'd been so close to her; the satisfaction was indescribable.
From then on, we became friends, eating and strolling together.
Finally, one weekend, when only the two of us were left in the dormitory, I suggested we sleep in the same bed, hoping it would be warmer. She didn't object. To my surprise, her skin was as smooth as a baby's. I couldn't resist hugging and touching her. She was initially surprised, but then didn't react at all, and everything happened naturally.
Our relationship continued until graduation. During this time, we loved each other, which led me into the world of homosexuality.
III. I Also Need a Man
After graduating from university, I worked in Beijing for three years. Because I studied a film-related major, I came into contact with many stars in the film industry. Undoubtedly, I was always surrounded by beautiful actresses. This was partly for public relations and partly to satisfy my own needs.
Time flew by, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye. During these ten years, although I had some intimate contact with men, it was always just casual. Because people in the industry basically knew I was a lesbian. When the men who wanted to get close to me found out that I had been a lesbian for over ten years, seeing their surprised expressions, and even some of them showing disgust, excited me immensely.
Yes, I always thought that no man would ever enter my world... But
I never expected that the door to my world would be quietly opened by a relationship between an older woman and a younger man.
This boy was four years younger than me and was the boyfriend of an actress I had recently signed. Once, when I was having a passionate time with that actress, the boy suddenly called, and we accidentally pressed the phone buttons during our passion. Like a voice pornography, everything was transmitted to the boy's ears through the phone.
That night, he found us, first pulling his girlfriend aside. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell that the boy was very angry. However, this boy was indeed very cute.
A few days later, the boy suddenly found me. We arranged to meet at the hotel where I was staying. I could tell from his breathing that he had been drinking.
Yes, at that moment, looking into his eyes, I felt an unprecedented fear.
That night, the boy raped me and said many unbearable things. I didn't call the police. Instead, I suddenly entered another world. I understood why my mother chose to have an affair twenty years ago.
After that, the boy apologized, and I said I wouldn't pursue the matter further. Later, we slept together a few more times, and for a while, I even seemed to develop a dependence on him.
But now I'm still single. I still live that aimless, decadent life. I want women, I want men. I've become truly bisexual. I feel pain, I feel pleasure, and I never regret my choice. Perhaps one day, when I'm old enough to be indifferent to sex, I'll decide what kind of life I want to live.

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