thanks for all of the kind, loving, and encouraging replies so far
I will admit I am a little disquieted by the term "confused" in regards to where I am now, today. Pre-being pulled out of the closet (with love, i might add), confused, bewildered, contorted, scared,
with an unhealthy dollup of both denial and self-hatred was where i was at.
Now, Today, i have no confusion.
I like(love) girls, i like(love) boys, i like(love) the notion of doing fun things with either and/or both, i'm just struggling to learn to love myself, warts and all, and letting go of the past and the missed opportunities (buses).
the self hatred was why i drank.