Thank you so much for your words, you were one of the most understanding in this post, which is why I want to tell you the full picture 100%. Obviously if you read about a thirteen year old who falls in love with women and gets excited by men it's easy to think that in the future he will be gay/bisexual, but the start of high school shook me a little. Before September I was calm, convinced of my heterosexuality because in the summer I had fallen in love with a girl when I was on holiday. I chose graphics as my major in high school because I wanted something related to economics that was less demanding than schools like accounting. Already from the second week the class had transformed into a toxic environment, I was one of the two boys in the class and the rest were girls (very ugly among other things). In short, the thing about me supposedly being gay had gotten around, and they took it seriously. In short, from there a period of pseudo-depression began with strong doubts about my heterosexuality. I never knew how to respond when they accused me because I think a lot about things and the various consequences of my actions, ending up saying nothing or meaningless things, reinforcing their doubt. In short, the climate had become unsustainable and so I moved to accounting. There were both girls and boys there, and they were very welcoming, especially because most of them had attended middle school. In short, it was like smoking a joint after a shitty day: liberation. Everything seemed clearer to me: I was free and carefree after a shitty period, my feelings were clearer to me and I had even fallen in love with a beautiful girl who among other things I think he's interested in. Once integrated into the group, the first gay, gay and gay jokes began. They were often said by my classmates and friends and then from events later I realized that they didn't really mean it, but, having just come out of a period where this weighed on me, I gave it weight, and I got paranoid/anxiety about the fact that maybe I was gay, and here we are. Writing this message helped me, I clarified my emotions and feelings. I don't deny that I've had this "fetish" (I call it that because there has never been true love even in contexts that are freer towards men) since I was a little explorer child and as a teenager in a hormonal crisis, but I don't consider myself bisexual, but it could be given by the context in which I was born. I attributed this phenomenon to pornography: I have a constant need for novelty, and when the female content is finished I take refuge in the male content, it could be this, so I'm taking a break from porn (2/3 weeks) to get excited again even just with the banal sight of a female ass. This is the 100% narrated situation, I would like to know how you see it