Alright, family… today we’re going to talk about something sticky. Not sticky like honey. Sticky like… that gum you step in and can’t get off your shoe. The kind of sticky that’s messy, controversial, and everybody acts like they don’t want to touch it but we all step in it eventually. I’m talking about… who you really want to love. Yeah. That.
I knew something was different about me before I even had language for it. Fourth grade. My teacher… she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a kid’s brain short-circuit. Now, I wasn’t thinking about dating or sex at all back then I was just thinking, Wow, she’s… amazing.
Fast forward a few years and I’m 17. My friends are all talking about boyfriends and how sex is this magical, mind-blowing thing. And I’m sitting there thinking, ‘Well… guess I should try it so I don’t fall behind.’ So I did. And let me tell you… it sucked. Literally zero fireworks. More like… one of those cheap sparklers that fizzles out in two seconds. And because of how I was raised, the rule was: get married, then have sex. Which always made me wonder how do you know you like it before you commit to it? That’s like buying a car without test-driving it. Or buying a house without walking through it. Doesn’t make sense.
So I kept looking men’s way because that’s what I was taught to do. I ignored that quiet longing inside… that deep urge to taste the feminine energy. Because, according to the Bible and the people around me, it was wrong. It was ‘sin.’ It was… not an option. Years went by. Relationships came and went. And I’m just going to be real sex with men felt like a chore. Like doing dishes when you’re tired. Or worse, like a duty you didn’t sign up for. Sometimes I even felt violated. Because when your body says ‘no’ but the expectation says ‘yes,’ that’s not love… that’s torture.
And then… it happened. One day, a woman kissed me. And my whole body lit up like the Fourth of July. Nerves I didn’t even know existed started dancing. My mind was like, ‘Wait… WHAT is THIS?!’
That kiss flipped a switch. And suddenly, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I had to ask the hard question: Do I live for what I’ve been told? Or do I live for what I feel for what makes me happy? I chose me!
Here’s the thing most people don’t want to talk about: every single human being has both masculine and feminine energy. Science backs this up we’re all a blend. Hormones, brain wiring, energy flow nobody is 100% one thing. So why do we act like love is supposed to follow one script? Like there’s only one ‘normal’? If you’re fulfilled, if your body and soul are saying yes, then guess what?
The divine is good with that. Your happiness is holy. Your joy is sacred. And this book people wave around to shame you? It was written by humans. Humans with agendas. Humans who lived in times where control was the main game. So ask yourself who’s really deciding for you? And what’s their motive?
I’m not wrong for being attracted to women. And neither are you, if you’re attracted to the same sex.
This is just how my body responds. It’s like trying to convince a sunflower to grow facing north when the sun is in the south it’s unnatural. Life is too short to spend it miserable, living on someone else’s terms, trapped in their box of homophobia. So here’s my advice: Choose you. Taste the honey your soul’s been craving. And remember whether you love a man, a woman, or both as long as it’s real, as long as it’s love, as long as you’re fulfilled… the divine is smiling on you.
Alright, y’all. That’s all for today. Go live your truth, even if it makes them whisper.
Let ‘em whisper. Just make sure while they’re whispering… you’re happy. I’ll see you next time!
