It feels dishonest writing a pride-themed post, because the facade I choose to wear has been “straight” for some time now. It makes answering questions easier. Especially when it comes to the question of why all of my relationships have been with women. I don’t struggle with my sexuality. I know who I like. And what I like. And how I like it. For all intents and purpose, I called myself bisexual in my youth. Except that’s a sweater that never quite fit. Not to mention the unfavorable itch that came along with it. The idea that at some point I would have to make decision. The idea that my “bisexuality” was a gateway drug to full-blown gay was tossed around by one girlfriend.…