Taking the piece of paper without any further questions, Celeste though about what he could possibly say about his own orientation.  It wasn’t as if he got put in basic terms what he enjoyed and what he wished to avoid, as he hadn’t much experience in the subject to begin with.  Touching the tip of his pen as if to test its own sharpness, he began to write.<br/><br/><em>Celeste<br/>Caring individuals who possess a loving quality.  Interested in exploring new frontiers, just as long as I am forced into them without consent.  Encounters with soul are the basis of my currently evolving sexual preference.  Effeminate men are welcome, though I find the testosterone of many males to be too impulsive and controlling when placed against my own nature.  If I am to be treated well, I shall give the same respect and passion back.  I’m not a horse to be ridden.  I wish to connect and share pleasures with other souls of this world, not to devour them.  If rough intercourse is to be explored, I would wish to follow it with one I feel connected and comfortable with.  Brutes are not of interest to me. Gentlemen and ladies are of the divine.<br/>Bisexual (recently discovered within myself)</em><br/><br/>Finishing his paperwork quickly and without a moment of pause, he placed his pen back into his robes.  “It’s official now.”<br/>