If some charming, rich guy invites you to Gstaad or St. Moritz (all expenses paid), it’s hard to say no. That he readily admits he’s happily married, complete with two kids, ironically makes it even easier for a girl like me to say yes. Oui! Jawohl! Yesyesyes!
Did you know that there’s a fancy Latin term for the straight guys who lust after snow bunnies like me?
Gynandromorphophiliacs. Yes, gynandromorphophiliacs!
For my part, I certainly prefer straight guys — no matter what they’re called — the straighter the better. They make me feel the most like the woman I was meant to be.
But I’ve never been known to turn down a gay guy. After all, in the final analysis (Freudian or otherwise), a cock is just a cock.