If you had asked me about my sexuality a couple of years ago, I would have told you I was into guys and only guys. Honestly, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to say anything else. I’m a partnered Midwestern mom, living in a Midwestern world. What else would I be?

I’ve had a few friends come out as lesbian later in life, but never any who decided they were bi. I mean, as far as the God fearing people around me are concerned, once you’re married, you’re married (until you’re not, anyway), and you better worry about satisfying the man next to you before you even think about thinking about anything else.

And what are you doing wasting your time thinking about yourself anyway? Surely there’s some dishes to be done. Or a kid to be chauffeured. Or laundry to be folded. Or BJs to be given. Get to it, woman!

I might be exaggerating. But am I?

Anyway… as we all know, there’s this whole other world out there. One where you’re allowed to think about your own pleasure and who you want to, well, pleasure. And it seems that lots of people find their way here because the female half of the equation wants to explore other females.

That’s not why we embarked on this journey. But now that we’re here, we’re finding ourselves in places where women are appreciating each other more and more often.

Sometimes it’s just heated glances or lingering embraces. Sometimes it’s seductive dancing or all out grinding on the dance floor. And sometimes it’s… more.

You’d have to be deaf, blind, or clueless not to realize that you’re surrounded by a whole bunch of gorgeous, uninhibited women looking pretty damn hot. And I? Am none of those things.

So yeah, I’ve noticed. And yeah, I’ve wondered. I do love the hard planes of a man’s body. But what would it be like to explore the soft curves of another woman? I am intrigued. And I no longer give a shit what my Midwestern neighbors might think about that.

All of this is completely theoretical, of course. I have not been propositioned by another woman, and am unlikely to make the first move. And the way our schedule is currently going, I may never get the opportunity (we didn’t even get to hang with the Neons).

But I think I’ll change my  profile on the dating sites we belong to bi-curious anyway. Or tell Bruce to do it (delegation. It’s a skill). Because why the hell not? Life is all about experiences. And I’m not going to deny myself a single one.