Can a gay person revert back to being straight?

What the heck is there to revert back to if they were never even straight to begin with?! If you're a gay man, deal with the cards you're dealt and date a man.

A gay person cannot revert back to being straight if they were never straight to begin with.

saying that they "revert back" implies that they were straight to begin with. That being said, I've heard of people's sexual preferences and orientations changing over the span of their lives.

Does bisexuality just not exist when it comes to these “am I straight or gay” questions

The reality is that there is a line between "Totally Heterosexual & Totally Homosexual"

People at the extreems are who they are. They don't change.

But, there are people in towards the middle who do at least experiment with the other option, and can find satisfaction with it. If they find the right partner they may chose to change from their main sexuality. They can also chose to change back later.

Then there are people in the middle - who are equally comfortable with both directions; and can freely change between them without much thought. Key is what else are they looking for in a partner outside of sex.

No.

Your orientation is fixed when it develops along with the sexual drive at puberty.

In a world where everyone is so “me,me,me” why do folks all of a sudden care so much about the agendas of others?

How do you have time to be so self absorbed AND care so deeply about the (wrongful) choices someone else makes?

At first - adolescence and before that - I used to like mostly boys in an 'ambient' sort of way but occasionally became disproportionately attached to a number of girls and women.

Then big life changes happened after adolescence that interacted with all the previous dysfunction in my life, including leaving my parents' home for university, getting emotionally enmeshed in male and female college professors, getting my first long-term boyfriend, having mental health counselling, and learning what narcissism and BPD are. After taking the lid off everything and 'letting myself feel', I came down with depression, anxiety and goodness knows what else, as surely as a sudden fall of atmospheric pressure brings a downpour, or like a person comes down with a bout of flu the moment they relax after a big, stressful project. I was almost exclusively interested in women at this time. The more depressed I was, the more I preferred women, it seemed.

After a relational disaster resulting in being groped by my female boss and leaving town, I went on SSRI antidepressants (sudden change of personality into this 'Pollyanna' type, to the extent that I couldn't physically cry), and there were suddenly lots of attractive men around and the women I could take or leave.

After that my issues worsened while still on the antidepressants. I changed drug to an SNRI and the dosage was increased. During this time I was nearly 50-50 but was attracted to women more.

Now my issues are getting better and I am nearly ready to start coming off antidepressants and I like mostly men; I hardly feel attracted to beautiful female strangers at all. And I have to say that this suits me a lot more.

Some peole would look at my story and define me as 'sexually fluid'.

I define myself as 'not functionally gay anymore' or 'having reverted to being straight'.

If it interests you, let me try to hint at how this all might have come about, based on my research (read: obsessive YouTube binges).

My background is emotionally unstable: low-level narcissism/borderline tendencies from both parents. My mother was emotionally unavailable because her own emotions were extreme and she would not take responsibility for her words and actions when she was in extreme emotional states, and nor woule she assume ownership of the emotions themselves. She seemed to me to be an inaccessibly perfect angel that I could never aspire to be like, and from the age of 4 or earlier I had a sense that I was an ugly worm compared to her and I had to fight for her attention. Sometimes, she shamed or chastised me for wanting her attention. I preferred to be at Kindergarten and school than at home because I felt safer there, because it was clear what the rules were, and because I knew the teachers approved of me and championed me, and would only disapprove of me if I knowingly broke a rule (which would have been nonsenssical to me. Knowing how to win a trusted adult's approval and not being disqualified from trying, had seemed like a luxury: who could ever have convinced me that something like running in the corridors or chewing gum in class was a good trade-off for that love?). If Mum was upset, she was the innocent victim of whatever evil thing or person had upset her; that entity had to be denounced, and if it was not Dad or work, it was usually me, even if I had no recollection of having done what I was being accused of: that was just how it was. As I grew, she used me as an emotional outlet or as a scapegoat for her problems and pet hates; she was consumed by her own issues and priorities, and she treated my brother as the 'golden child' and turned me against my dad, who was emotionally abusive towards me because I made a choice about my identity that he refused to accept and was detemined to try and force me to go back on. He did not succeed: I distanced myself from my parents and viewed motherhood and fatherhood as fragmented things that were shared across a lot of different people who all picked up the slack from each other. I didn't feel worthy of being my own sex (possibly as an echo of how emotionally inaccessible my mum was), and I remember I would look at pictures of sophisticated ladies in women's magazines and not be able to identify them with any future vision of myself. I did not feel like a woman-in-the-making, so much as an insect. I felt 'other' from women, and I wrote a poem in childhood wondering if I might actually be some sort of boy (this was before gender identity politics was a 'thing' - thank God. If I'd been Generation Z, a well-meaning activist might have snapped me up and convinced me that I probably was one, and that would have caused even more problems.). The very idea that a person should be able to choose would have been absurd to me.

Now I'm in recovery, I would feel insulted if I were considered anything other than a woman. I adapt to what I am, knowing that the world is twisted and that fashions in ideas are changeable, and I carve out a sense of self with the raw materials I've been dealt, without forcing myself to fit a pre-prescribed 'image' too strictly, or using my mum as my primary role model. I am relatively content in it.

So, there you have it. A sexual résumé from woman who is no longer functionally gay. Thus, do I make sense of my sex and adult proclivities. *Bows*.

Gay is not a thing. Gay men should be killed.

Anyone can travel up and down the spectrum of sexual preference . Your question implies everyone starts of as a default straight. Which I believe is untrue. But if you're asking if someone who comes out as gay can go back to hetero dating, sure. It's fluid.

Why the hell would anybody wanna be straight

I wish

yes, it's possible.

as a bi- woman i always have been attracted to men and women. i was told that i am not not bi if i am attracted to men and women and that i was just gay. so i became a lesbian, then i fell in love with a man and then i realized wow! i am actually attracted to a man.

now im straight!

Anne Heche did