When I look back (and there is a lot to see in the 66 years of my life) I wonder if there was something as heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual in my life. I felt attracted to people. When I was a kid I adored Doris Day. I collected everything I could gather. Then there was Ali, that’s a girl’s name in Dutch. She was a beautiful kid, but I adored her not because of her appearance, but because we fitted together. When I was about 14 there was Arend, a fellow football player. I adored the boy because of his appearance. Not to have sex with him, but in fact I was jealous that my mirror image could not compete with his. The first time I really felt an imaginable sexual excitement was in the beginning of my military service, at the first military parade, several hundreds of young boys standing in attention. About 70 meters from me he was standing. I nearly fainted by seeing him. And he wasn’t beautiful at all. I searched for him, rather pointless, because I wouldn’t have known what to tell. But I couldn’t find him. Probably they were guests, just for that day. After that I had several girlfriends, actually too much to count. When I met my wife I was totally in love. But now, after all those years, I must admit that I consider a male body more beautiful than a female body. Why? I have no idea. It is all based on feelings that you can’t control. I have thousands of photos of beautiful boys on my computer. I adore their beauty. They give me warm feelings, but nearly without exception I would not like to have sex with them. There are exceptions of course. Kyros may fuck me to death. What a nice death that would be! So am I bisexual? I doubt, I think that I am sexual; some people attract me more than others do. Life is complex.