[Stu]

When I was sixteen I bunked off school and got hammered by myself at home because I still had eight cans of Dutch Gold under the bed from the week prior when we were meant to be going out [buying drink, storing drink secretly etc being a big deal back in those days].

So I started drinking at around 9 in the morning I guess and my mum arrived home abruptly [she was meant to be working until 6] at about lunchtime. So I'm sitting there plastered in the kitchen and she asks me whats going on and I literally used coming out as an excuse to trivialise the fact that I was drunk as ****.

Told her I was gay ... I wasn't gay. I was and am playing both fields but I sort of just blurted it out. It took me a year or so then to have the balls to just casually start to drop in to convorsation that oh yeah I'm not gay I'm bisexual after all.

Looking back on it that year crippled me. I basically spent a year being 'gay' before I set things straight. Keeping that bottled up was probably the catalyst for the rampant substance intake that would follow.

Mind you I'm the wussiest kind of bisexual possible. I wouldn't see a bloke as anything more than a short term, physical thing. It's basically an aesthetic attraction I have to a very small percentage of men. I know that's cliche for women nowadays to be a bit bisexual for the laugh but there we go.