A part of me is waiting to wake up and find out that I’m not who I am at all.
I think I’m Bisexual.
Last, and without doubt most importantly, I just decided I’m moving to Mississippi.
Hope you all had a festive Coming Out Day! I’m just taking down my Coming Out Day Tree, and putting away the rainbow decorations 'till next year.
And now, I would like to come out as - gasp of shock - a heterosexual. Yes, folks, that’s right. All these years, I’ve been hiding behind the short hair and the flannel shirts, but, dammit, I’m not living a lie anymore! Lemmee outta this closet! I’m a girl who likes boys! So there!
Kn(Disclaimer: please accept this in the silly spirit with which it was intended. I mean no disrespect for others dealing with stereotypes, identity issues and heteronormativity.)ckers
Love to all - wherever you may find yourself on the Spectrum of Sexuality!
It’s not so much that I’m bisexual; it’s more that I have absolutely no standards.
As it happens, when I was fourteen I became briefly obsessed with Lady and the Tramp. Watched it everyday for close to three months. I’m not sure what this signifies.
I came out in 1973 (that’s just one of the meanings of my SDMB ID), but these days, I fear I’m in danger of becoming a practicing asexual. The horror, the horror…