And on the flip side… I knew far back as kindergarten that I liked girls. I had a friend whose name and face I can’t remember, but I remember I had a crush on his big sister who came and picked him up every day.
She was probably like 5th or 6th grade but seemed HUGE(not fat) to me back then, with time at the time looked like some big thighs.
Young Inglewood had a type before he knew he had a type. 30 years later I still like em with big thighs/nice ass.
Ain’t no amount of agenda/conditioning can make me not like soft body feminine women with thick thighs/ass combo.
Also… had a cousin who even back then would push around his sister’s toy Barbie cars while the rest of the boys rode bikes and did little boy shit.
Spoiler alert: the nigga gay as hell.
No amount of being around the boys, watching the “strong black nuclear family” Cosby show, and multiple examples of heterosexual relationships all around him made him straight.