While it is not my usual wont to delve into sexual discourse with the unwashed herd, I disconcertingly find myself agreeing with the gregarious gf? on the topic of lesbianism. I have long concluded that I am a lesbian trapped within the skin of a man. I think only of sexual congress with women (actually only one woman, my wife). I shrink from the thought of having sex with men (icky-gross creatures). I admire all the appurtenances which the good Lord placed on my beloved and don't spend any time at all staring at man-junk. I, in my youth, thought kissing women was great (now limited to one), but have never even considered kissing a man-creature. Perhaps Freud would say this makes me lesbian-esqe, if not outright from the isle of Lesbos. Just some food for thought, from your East side friends.