Well in that case I should probably tell you I'm gay, just in case that makes you change your mind.

THIS

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.

And once again, skimming through many posts through a remarkable conversation. I love you people. Seriously.

Never dated. Not in a traditional sense. Was a serial monogamist, never had teh Wild Sex during the times I wasn't involved, mostly because guys weren't interested. Then met Lewis when I was just shy of 22 and that's pretty much been it. The thought of dating and/or putting myself out on the market terrifies the ever lovin' SHIT out of me, even though I suspect I'm better looking and carry myself with more confidence now than I did twenty years ago.

As far as gay friends go, someone coming out to me never twigged me, but that could be because of the summer I spent living with my sister in San Francisco at a Very Formative Age (thirteen). I ran around the Castro and had leather daddies as babysitters who taught me how to shoot pool. So I was scolding people for using "fag" as a putdown long before it became politically correct to do so.

I just recently found out that a good friend of mine back in high school is gay, always has been. Interesting, but it didn't really strike me as a big deal. Wouldn't have guessed it, but it wasn't all that surprising either.

Heh, yeah, I think that was my reaction the first time I discovered someone I knew in high school was gay. I forgot how the conversation went, but we were talking on AIM freshman year of college, I at Rice and he at Caltech, and he was talking about issues he was having with his parents or something, maybe? And I didn't understand what he was talking about, and he was all, "Why do you think I went to a predominantly male school?" It was a funny light bulb.

"Why do you think I went to a predominantly male school?"

Heh. My first year in college I was in a co-ed dorm (at Wazzu). I was considering moving into an all-male dorm my 2nd year, but I didn't make it into a second year. (I had...have...zero self-discipline. I lost a scholarship and came thisclose to failing...ah, those were the days.)

I envisioned an all-male dorm (as a wee, scrawny, shy, geeky closeted proto-goth) as the most exquisite form of self-torture ever.

FORTUNATELY it never happened. I shudder to think what the first couple of months would have been like - but I know that month 3 would have started with the formation of a very large crater and an earth-shattering KABOOM.