At what point in a nearly four-year same-sex relationship does one question their own sexuality? For some, the heavy lifting has been done long before the relationship starts. For others, it’s an ongoing investigation.
I entered my relationship believing the former for myself, but in the last year I’ve rapidly descended into the latter.
At times, the ordeal that has been coming to terms with my sexuality has felt much like an Indiana Jones escapade: My sexuality is the treasure, and I am the dashing anthropologist leading the excavation. Sometimes there were beautiful women to accompany me on the journey; other times, handsome, villainous men impeded the endeavor. And if I were to marvel at these dastardly, but attractive, villains, then that felt par for the course. All in all, the pursuit of the treasure was very linear: trial and error until you happen upon the jewel.
But for me, that was the tricky part.