I’m just too far straight. All the musicals and diet sodas in the world couldn’t change me, though I wish happy fucking to all.
Really? Because, personally, no. I never kissed or fondled or had any other sexual experiences with any of my male friends.
Prison wouldn’t do it, even for a life sentence. I’m too old to get that horny.
I suppose money might persuade me. Not to change orientation, but to “close my eyes and think of England” if some eccentric, gay billionaire decided to offer me $20 million tax-free for my virtue. He’d have to be pretty darn eccentric, so I need the money up front.
Depends on what he wants to do, or have done. I may have trouble rising to the occasion no matter what the inducement.
So, if any gay eccentric billionaires are secretly pining for my somewhat care-worn but still moderately athletic butt, let’s talk it over before bringing out the Astroglide.
Regards,
Shodan
What? You mean that’s just me?! * Faints*
Probably not just you, but I’m quite certain you’re going to be in the minority, here.
As for your request for details, I’ll post that tomorrow. Not that’s it’s very long, but I really, really need some sleep and right now.
Your mom.
Nobody’s brought up the Sandra Bem Sex Role Inventory quizyet?
I’m hopelessly heterosexual and I can’t imagine what could possibly change that, even for a one time deal.
If there were something that could “turn me gay” (or technically bi, I guess) then I’d be all for pursuing it because not much is going on on the hetero front.
Alas, I am just not into pussy. Full stop. I also don’t need to play with someone else’s boobs, I have my own. I could definitely admire hot female bodies all day but touch them? No thanks.
Whoever you want to fuck is just fine with me. You can even talk about it in schools and paint all the neighborhood with rainbows. Still doesn’t make me want to fondle another girl. Icky 
Well, maybe a guy with a really nice walleye fishing boat.
And a vagina.
And no penis.
Other than that, no.
On second thought…maybe not even then (think: Chaz).
I dunno, perhaps if someone placed a gun to my head I might reluctantly agree to perform homosexual acts,
A brain transplant. It’s my understanding that it’s something you’re born with, like how tall you’re going to be. And some people’s brains are wired that way. Nobody’s ever asked me why I’m short.
Protip: all chaps are assless. If they had an ass, they’d be pants, not chaps.
According to that, I’m 55% masculine, 64% feminine, and 57% androgenous. OK.
According to that scale I’m mostly a man.
I’ve been a single mother for over ten years- I think that might have something to do with it.
I’m girly, dammit!
I could go gay for the right woman- one who would stay home with the kids and do all the cleaning and some of the cooking, and take care of everything the way a good wifey should… but it would have to be an open relationship, because I am not having sex with her. Does that count?
You sound like a man. 
Shoot. Maybe I’m a gay man trapped in the body of a woman?
I personally think the question is moot. I understand that being gay is something you are born with and not a product of child-rearing, environment, or a catastrophic event. It would be like asking me, a middle aged, fat, nearly-deaf woman, “What would it take to turn you into a black basketball player.”
It ain’t gonna happen.
~VOW
Correctamundo.
Exactly this. Strictly dickly or abstinence only for me thanks.