But what is arguable the most important label in our little homomunity? Top and bottom, of course.
So what do you do when you can't categorize yourself?
I say that not because I feel some sense of transcendental superiority over labels. I love labels. I even have three levels of cute I assign to every guy I meet (dating cute, hookup cute, and, of course, drunk hookup cute.) Rather, I run into a technical issue.
I'm a virgin.
That's right: my cherry remains unpopped, my pecker has explored no man's dark abyss. It's not because I'm prude. Trust me, I am no prude. It's just that whoever takes my virginity will forever be known as "the guy that took my virginity" so I figure it'd be nice to have someone worth remembering.
But I digress.
The problem I have is not with my virginity itself. I have a problem with my label. Am I a top or a bottom? There was a time, when I was more *ahem* closeted, that I was sure I was a top. But the more I think about it these days, I can't seem to pin one down. I feel like I'm a versatile person, and thinking about both bottoming and topping are pleasing in their own respect.
Alas, I have literally no idea.
Now, I know it's not really that important until I actually start partaking in the dirty dirty. But it comes up in conversation, and I don't know how to respond. My height and athleticism would suggest top, but I've had many people - including my best friend's mother - say, "I think you're a bottom." I may very well be that polite, "I'll do whatever you want," top or bottom type. It would just be nice to know.
Everyone was a virgin once (with the possible exception of Brent Corrigan) so my question is this: if you are a top, or a bottom, or both, did you know before you lost your holy seal? How'd you figure it out? Or if you were wrong, what didn't you think about, or know?
I know I'll never actually know until I take the plunge, and that my knowing isn't terribly important, but humor me for a minute. I'm interested.