I like to say I’m straight.
It’s one of the best adjectives I can think of, but it’s also a bit of a misnomer.
I am not a straight woman, and neither is my partner.
I have no straight hair or a straight boyfriend.
And yet, when I tell people I’m a straight person, I am instantly instantly understood.
I’m more like a woman than a straight man, and I am in many ways the perfect example of the perfect “perfect” straight woman.
I love my hair, I’m confident about my appearance and I have the perfect body.
The only thing missing is the “perfect man” to fill in the gaps and make the perfect woman.
But that’s exactly what I am.
I’ve been straight my whole life and never once had a relationship with a straight guy.
I can’t remember the last time I dated someone who was attracted to straight men, but my friends are more likely to date someone who is straight.
Straight hair has been my life for over 20 years.
But I can also tell you, there are some things about my hair that I’m glad I don’t have.
I grew up in a predominantly heterosexual household, so I have had no experience with gender diversity or sexual orientation.
I don and don’t feel like I fit in with the straight men and women I know.
My friends are mostly straight, but they all feel a little more feminine than I do.
I never have any feelings of rejection or jealousy because of my hair.
I do not wear a wig or a wig in public, which is something I feel very comfortable with.
I also have never been able to date straight women because I’ve never been attracted to them.
And, of course, I can never wear straight hair in public because of the stigma attached to it.
My straight friends can be a bit judgmental, but I’ve found they are more interested in the other people in my life and in their appearance than I am, and so they aren’t so easily swayed.
So why am I straight?
My life was never going to be perfect.
And it’s one thing to know that you don’t need to fit in to society’s ideal straight woman to be happy.
But for me, being a straight, happy person has been the biggest challenge.
It was only a matter of time before I had to confront my sexuality.
When I was a young girl, I had a very open relationship with my mother.
She would sometimes make jokes about my being “a boy” and my mother would laugh and say “That’s so cool, you’re really a girl.”
It was at this point that I started to understand that I was different and that I needed to get over my sexuality, and to accept who I am and how I feel.
So, as a teenager, I tried to find a way to be normal.
I tried different hairstyles, went to school, got married, and had a son.
I didn’t try to hide my sexuality either.
When my son was born, I found out that I wasn’t a boy.
I went to the hospital, and the doctors told me that I would never be able to have a child.
I was devastated.
The doctors explained that my body had rejected me as being different and I was destined to be a boy forever.
So I went back to the family doctor and said that I’d be happier if I went into my 30s.
She said “Okay, we’ll give you the best shot.”
So I did.
I met my wife and we had a baby boy, and he became a boy with a girl’s name.
But then I found another woman and I started dating her.
It didn’t take long for me to discover that I could not be a girl forever.
I began to explore my sexuality as well, and it was at that time that I decided to try straight hair.
When you’re a kid, your parents are the ones who taught you to dress up and wear dresses, and you grow up being told that you should “grow up and be straight” and that it is the only thing that will make you happy.
As I grew older, I began looking at the ways that other people’s bodies and bodies of other people were not fitting into the norm of what was expected of me.
And I began searching online and reading books about “what it means to be straight,” and I found that this was something that people who were “straight” were very comfortable talking about.
I started talking about my sexuality with people who I had never met, and in the process of discussing it with people that I knew I had an interest in, I discovered that people were more open to the possibility that I may be attracted to other people than I had thought.
And they were supportive of my exploration of my sexuality because I was not denying my attraction to other women.
I realized that