Apparently at least some people from High School assume I'm gay. Facebook has been interesting.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
re-evaluate every conversation we'd ever had to parse it for hidden come-ons from me.
I still treasure on HS friend's coming out story. Another friend--straight male--was visiting him in college. Gay friend says, oh by the way, I only have the one bed, you can share it with me or sleep on the floor. Friend opts to share. Well in that case I should probably tell you I'm gay, just in case that makes you change your mind.
ND, but you are way more self-confident than ... well, me and practically anyone I know.
Which just sounds so odd to me. I mean I know that now I have the self confidence, but boy do I remember not having it. You are right though, I had a hard time dating in early on due to the lack of confidence thing.
Well in that case I should probably tell you I'm gay, just in case that makes you change your mind.
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Apparently at least some people from High School assume I'm gay. Facebook has been interesting.
I had one of those Interesting Conversations with someone I reconnected with on FB.
Apparently, word had got out (through someone I don't remember coming out to AT ALL?) about me having dated women, and a binary reaction was expected. She was shocked to discover I was with a man. (I mean, sometimes, so am *I* until I remember that dating women when you're a bi woman is often frustrating and fraught, and narrows the dating pool SO MUCH. Not shockingly, I nodded along like WHOA to a recent article on the subject.)
Back in college I was envious of all my gay and lesbian friends, as they were all in relationships, dating a lot or both. That was back when I felt guilty for being attracted to women.
Huh. Weird times.
Ghod, I'd love to be dating, again. Now that I'm finally ready for quality vs. quantity, the pool has dropped to zero. Of course, I'm not truly looking that hard (I delete all my "match" e-mails from match.com as soon as they hit my mailbox. It just seemed like a thing to do, but I'm still not doing it. I think there's a pair of diamond-crusted flip-flops going begging, here.) One of these days, though. In the meantime, this thread and the rest of the internet definitely provides more than enough amusement in regards to sex.
Asshook!
Polar bear!
Asshook!
Polar bear asshook!
Polar bear asshook!
And there's that self-confidence again.
Dude, if you can get an asshook into a live polar bear, then you've earned the right to be self-confident.