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People don’t necessarily know what they want. That’s okay. Sometimes you don’t know! Even about things as fundamental as sexual orientation, it’s okay to identify as questioning. I think a lot of people feel pressure to be like “I’m a pansexual monogamous dom with a foot fetish!” when the actual answer is “I dunno. I think I might like feet.” You always have a right to be uncertain, to try things, to do something once and decide you hate it and never do it again, to go through phases, to change your mind.
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A Beautiful Intersex Story

I learned of my intersex as an adult. It was a huge family secret that took a really insightful therapist to help me uncover. Before that, I was a straight guy. I had a beautiful, brilliant girlfriend who I asked to marry me. When news spread that we were engaged, I had a half-dozen girls who weren’t happy with that. They were all queer girls, and I was really surprised that they weren’t happy for me. I asked one of them why they were unhappy and one of them said, “I thought we might end up together some day.” That confused the hell out of me, because well, she liked girls, so how was that supposed to work? Eventually the engagement fell apart. After that was when I dug up my intersex past and began identifying as the female I should have been. Two things happened. First, my ex became my best girl friend. Second, those half dozen girls that were unhappy with my engagement were suddenly very interested in me. At some level people (especially women) knew this whole time, even though I myself could not come to terms with it. One of these girls I actually ended up with. I asked her (not the same girl I asked years ago) how that worked. She said, “You were willing to change for me. Guys don’t do that.” I didn’t think anything of it initially, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I’m with a queer person. This means that I’m queer. I guess my coming-out freakout was typical. I bought a rainbow necklace that I wore every day. I read things like, “I’m a femme but didn’t know it, what do I do?” and hung out on Jezebel (well, I still do) all the time. I guess the odd thing was that my interest in people did not change. The girl I ended up with was a girl I tried to be with years ago but I was a straight guy and she was a queer girl and we weren’t compatible. But now that we were both queer girls, everything clicked.

Story from http://fuckyeahintersex.tumblr.com/