I'm a masculine fella, so called 'straight acting'. I hunt, fish, played sports, garden, work with tools (construction) don't mind changing oil an tuning up a car - grease is fine with me. The only time I lisp is when I am drunk... Oh no, wait, that is slur... two different things.
And its not all about penetration. I'm not that terribly fond of anal. I do it to please the man I am with and can get into for a time - but if I had my druthers it wouldn't happen at all. And that boils down to hygiene: Shit on a dick - ew.
Yet there are those moments when having "my man" inside of me brings all sorts of interesting emotions that I can't place names to the surface. Especially in the post sex stage where we are just lying there. Its complicated - so that thing about my druthers - well I guess that doesn't hold all the time... or does it and I just get caught in the moment? I don't know. Its a contradiction - I guess. None of my fantasies include anal. Real life and fantasy life appear to diverge.
Perhaps the dominance thing is more the deal. #5 was a total bottom - well when it comes to who penetrates whom.... but he was a control freak, liked to take charge and order me about and command me to ride him until the cows come home...
And I have done Dom/sub role play with more than one of my past partners through the years... Me as the sub... It just happened that way.
Yet... I do like to occasionally tie my man down and have my way with him. No, I don't want to penetrate him, but work him over a bit before allowing him to reach climax. Give him a test or three - oral tests of course...
So that is a streak of Dom, but its a bottom sort of dominion...
I am passive/submissive by nature. I am fiercely dominant in many areas as a matter of survival. I'm also a bit of a caretaker/nurturer. I'm also a dependent person, but again I am fiercely independent due to a harsh life and having to be as a matter of survival.
I don't recall making a choice about the matter. Its just the way worked out.
And I think its largely based on the person I am with. My last (and longest) relationship I ended up being the top in and out of bed. Yet I also cooked, cleaned, did laundry, picked up after him, woke him up for work, reminded him to take his medication twice a day... Basically I was his lover and his mother... So was it really me being a top or was it something a bit more scary?