This keeps coming up in threads and DMs, so: would you guys like me to do a

BROOKE'S SEXUAL PREFERENCES AND HISTORY

thread?

What's that you say? No?

Too bad, this is happening.

Alright! So. I've always thought women were more physically attractive than men; just assumed everyone thought that way because duh.

Found out in high school that this wasn't actually the case.

My first sexual relationship was with a girl.

It went poorly; was supposed to be no-feelings and feelings happened and she tried killing herself when I tried ending it; twice.

No need to dwell on that, though; things get much spicier from there...

So, went to Alaska when I was 17.

Wait. How much detail should I go into here? You guys want total, TMI shock value, or just the overview?

Overshare it is!

Where was I? Oh, yes. Alaska, 17. My friend and I, we were just referred to by many of the men up there simply as 'jailbait'- didn't bother using proper names.

I narrowly escaped one unpleasant interaction due to the timely intervention of one of my crewmates.

But then I found this guy, he was 22 and wrote poetry about me! I gained all of my to-date sexual experience with a male in the space of 2 hours in the woods somewhere in Alaska with that guy (photographic evidence of the mosquito bites-scratches below)

All sexual experience, that is, except for actual penetration.

Turns out, I'm *really* small. Believe me, he tried. A bunch.
Was not going to happen.

He also didn't seem to have much interest in talking to me afterwards, which was surprising to me! I mean, why else write poetry

This was my first lesson in 'what guys will do to get sex'; one that I sadly did not heed.

I came back from Alaska and for the next several years was something of a serial monogamist. Nothing ever lasted more than a few weeks to a month or two, but there was always someone.

I was still a virgin, but boy was that an awkward conversation when it came up.
Like, I never knew what to say and would just end up telling people I wasn't really sure- does it still count if it just.... Wouldn't fit?

On to college:

This is about to get troubling again, but it'll pick back up, I promise!

So. Started almost immediately dating a 3rd year student as a freshman. He wanted to wait until he got married.
This was my longest relationship to date; lasted about 3 months.

We eventually decided to have sex, but again- same problem. Took three separate attempts, but finally! I was officially Not a Virgin.

Unfortunately, shortly after is when I learned that I can't drink around people I am not okay with having sex with, because I black out really easily, get REALLY friendly/lose my standards completely & also assume that I don't know what I'm doing & follow any instructions given.

Christmas break, I was puking in a toilet and then the next thing I remember I was having sex with a friend of mine, like- midway through.
That is the experience that led to me exclusively having open relationships, up until the past few years.

Then things started getting crazy

I went to college at UCSC, in Santa Cruz. It's a bizarre place.

Not a small town, but not a massive city, either. By the time I left, everyone I knew had fucked everyone else I knew within a couple degrees of separation.

Weird synchronicity happened, like, a LOT.

After that first relationship, the third person I had Actual Sex with - he and his long term gf had just broken up. My ex, the one I cheated on, he ended up with her! I slept with this new guy on the bed they used to share, while my ex and his ex slept together on my old mattress

Eventually I started becoming aware that I *really* liked femme boys. I loved taking them for rides on my vespa; I was The Pants.

One in particular I had an on and off again thing with for some period of time.

I went to Coachella with him and two of our mutual friends.
(This is a story worth telling in full, so pardon the brief digression)
He broke up with me, HOURS BEFORE WE LEFT.

Like, just before we all piled into a car together for the trip.

Then there was horrendous traffic; one of us didn't have a camping ticket; another one thought he lost all of his weed.

Rocky start.

Finally, we get to gates to go in. I, of course, was the Drugs Master. And equally obviously, did not plan things out very well.

My parents had cut me off my freshman year after finding out I had done ecstasy (moved off campus, worked 2 jobs etc) and things were finally thawing a bit between us. I had a potpourri of pills in a package of cigarettes.

The girl with us, she went through the line first.

I saw them check the pack of the person in front of me, and looked at my friend in pure terror, heart thumping, sure my life was over.

The person at the gate took a look in my pack. Looked up at me and said 'wait right here' and went to get a security guard..

Who handed me my pills back and said I would need a prescription bottle to take them in.

Ran back to the car, stuffed them in my bra, then realized I'd gone to the wrong gate and ended up wandering in a gate that wasn't even manned.

The girl who'd come with us, she was gorgeous. I'd always had a thing for short, girly brunettes, and she was smart and artsy besides.

We had both informed our close friends that we thought the other was hot, and we both knew that we both knew, but had never spoken of it

And the tension was absolutely delicious.

This was the year Daft Punk played at Coachella and kicked off the whole US EDM boom.

The four of us were rolling, and just as the set started, the guy who'd broken up with me ran over and grabbed my shoulders and yelled

OH MY GOD I THINK I'M GAY

And I hugged him and yelled

OH MY GOD I THINK I AM, TOO! That must be why we were dating each other- WE'RE BOTH GAY!!

And then the girl, she grabbed me, made out with me, and pulled me towards the stage

None of us ever talked about that again, & the dude & I got back together by the time we went home...
THEN he ended up ditching me for HER, when I went to Alaska to work for Princess for a month!
It's okay tho, cuz when I came back, I had my first threesome- & it wasn't w/2 girls

Ah, that first threesome. It was something beautiful, something that tipped me ever so gently on the path towards having confidence in myself.

Two boys and I. We were doing drugs; speed mixed with opium. First time I'd done either of them.

And they.... worshipped me.
I say this not to brag, but in an attempt to convey the impact this experience had on me. We started the night off by dancing. Sometimes it was all three of us in bed; sometimes it would be just me and one of them, while the other painted us.

It was profoundly liberating for me, and inexpressively healing.

After a brief period of time which I'll skip over because though it involves sex, it's too lengthy to go into detail on here.

Then, I met The One. My ex, *The* Ex.

He came into the deli I worked at, all dark eyes and long hair and terrible, terrible beauty.

He softly ordered a sandwich, and I blushes so furiously he later put my number in his phone as 'blushes'.

He started coming in regularly, and I would set little tests for him.

He always passed.
I'd see him outside, and do things like run up to put swing music on the deli radio- and he'd start swing dancing with his friends when he came in, unaware that he had even been taking a test, let alone that he had passed.

I went to a street show with a friend, an anarcho-woodsie affair. My friend danced with another girl, leaving me to stand awkwardly at the outskirts, alone.

The One, The Ex, he swirled up out of nowhere, and without speaking, offered me his hand.

We never spoke.

Only danced, and looked into one another's eyes.

(Don't worry, it gets less mushy real quick)

At that time, I lived in a vegan co-op full of hippies and anarchists. And boy did we throw some killer house parties.

That band was scheduled to play at once, we ended up having over 200 guests.
The One, The Ex- I invited him when he came in to get another sandwich.

I got so drunk I missed the show! I was having far too much fun doing divination readings in my room.

So it was late when we found one another, and I was TRASHED.

My room had a loft on one side, couch underneath. Another bed in an alcove across the room.

Somehow, The Ex managed to seduce two of my totally square, totally straight, nerdy boardgaming buddies (both male)

Into joining The Ex and I on top of the loft. I was told later that I would occasionally wander down into the party proper and tell everyone we 'needed more girls'

I eventually found one, but she was a lesbian! So I took turns between the loft with the boys, and the bed with her

I was told later that I orgasmed; if true, this would be my first time and the last for many, many years.

I also found out much later that a couple of my housemates had been sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching the show

In the morning, The Ex and I woke up and went for a walk- and to this day, whenever I'm feeling poorly, I'll imagine what the faces of those two nerdy boys looked like when they woke up in bed together, naked

The Ex- I was with him for almost eleven years, though we were living separately by the end.

It was an open relationship the whole time, even we were engaged.

It was a perfect fit! I preferred the female form, and he the male one.

I don't really get off on using strap-ons (though I don't mind!), so it made me happy to hear his funny anecdotes about hot boy sex.

Sometimes we hooked up with people together, sometimes separately. I only had one longer running relationship with someone else during

this time, of which all three of us were in constant, very open communication with one another about.

I decided to go into escorting, for a number of reasons which I will be happy to field any questions about in the comment section

But it was a joint decision between The Ex and I- he came with me to my first interview, and helped me get ready for appointments. We'd joke together about the crazy stories I'd come back with.

I'm running out of steam here!

I'll stop for now, and maybe pick it back up later after seeing what people are interested in hearing more about.

Feel free to ask me anything at all about any of this