Bi-curious

Disclaimer:
The following post contains graphic sexual references. If you are my mother or father, or think of me as Saint Peter, do not read further

A decade ago, being bisexual for women was a big deal. Like, I have said before, wearing a ear-ring, getting a tattoo and doing cocaine.
Not any more.
Which is why, I have taken off my earrings and stopped the snow. The tattoos are with me for life. Which leaves being a bisexual woman. Impossible to change when you are hetro.
Now, I’ve been following the confessions of movie stars and singers off late and all the women are suddenly flaunting same-sex needs, desires and experiences. This must infuriate real lesbians. You can’t have cock and eat pussy too!

Mum, skip this one. Really.

I took my kids, a girl and boy, to see the annual boob parade, where porn stars cycle down the road topless in a tribute to glory and power and mesmerizing beauty of the mammary glands. I thought it was fitting that they learnt to appreciate that a nice pair of tits is a thing to be admired, devoid of all guilt and sexual pretension. After that we went for a sandwich and coke to the local strip bar, where we discussed morality and the female body. And pole dancing. Then, headed home.
I wonder if this is possible.