It seems that since coming out, I've somehow managed to procure free, endless streams of condoms, lube, and sunglasses.

At 17, I hated and buried myself. I now accept my 17-year-old self, but I still don't trust him. I know he's got to break a few bones to learn, but he's bawling his eyes out right now and I don't know what to do.

Ugh, one of these days I'll have to catch you guys up. It's rather daunting.

Apologies are in order to bisexuals everywhere. Yes, I'm the person that gives you guys a bad name: closeted homosexual, thinks that pretending to be bi is 'coming out enough,' except that it's only continuing the lie, then finally truly comes out, confirming everyone's suspicions that bisexuals really don't exist. Sorry.

( I also must apologize... )

I'll probably never come out at my current job. It's a very small company, 6 or 8 employees or so, and I realized that my boss is some kind of devout... something... JW maybe. Nice enough guy, but there's too much I like about the job right now, besides the pay, to want to risk it. It's not that big of an issue anyway. Because I essentially set my ( Read more... )