I like boys. A lot. I like their beards and hands and broad chests and bushy brows and their big noses. I like feeling safe and protected within the confines of their large arms and I like how I can get a whiff of their natural "man smell" when they pull me in close.

I've always been this way. I've always looked at the Disney princes on the screen and wished and wished to have someone like them one day, someone reliable, strong, romantic, and above all, masculine in every sense of the word.

Only these past few years have I pondered my sexuality. Must all of my potential partners be so masculine? Must they all have broad chests and large hands and a dominant aura?

What if my partner were feminine?

What if she smelled of peaches rather than musk? What if I could taste her lip gloss as I clutched onto her soft pink skirt? What if she were the one feeling protected by me, rather than the other way round?

With boys, I don't do much. I sit and I giggle and I let them have their fun, because that's what makes us both happy. Being bold destroys the vibes of my submissive kinks, and that doesn't bother me.

But with girls, I feel like I would be the pusher. I would be the one who guides her through the experience, who initiates most of the contact. I would help her relax and unwind, make her feel as special as I know she is.

All I know right now is that I can't claim to be straight anymore. That doesn't mean that I'm comfortable claiming anything else, I just know what I'm not.

I've never had a crush on girl before. I've never been in love with a girl before. I never had this deep knowledge of myself and this predicament, like most people. I'm just now breaking down my walls and coming to accept the idea of such things.

But I can't wait to start exploring.