Mercurial Cunt

I began my sexual odyssey as a lesbian. But then my girlfriend and I broke up, and shortly thereafter she assaulted me and kicked me in my lower back with a military boot. 3 months of wearing a back brace & intense physical therapy was enough to make me reevaluate my sexual orientation, and decide to only date men from that point forth. I still play with girls and date them as a secondary relationship, having come to the conclusion that hetero coupling was safer.
However, when I think about the last 3 serious boyfriends and our eventual breakups, I’m drawn to analyzing the male/female power struggle, and specifically how I’ve fared in those situations.

As crazy as some of the girls I have dated are, I think I can say with 100% certainty that no matter what the circumstances, if I ended up in the ER, their inherent capacity for empathy and compassion would trump any hurt feelings or arguments we may have had.

Sadly, I know from past experience that has not been the case with men I’ve dated.

So, 11 years later, I’m left wondering if I made a rash decision by deciding men were a better choice when it came to choosing romantic and life partners.

Regret is a funny thing. It arrives unexpectedly, and refuses to leave in a timely manner.