Uggggh, so tired. UUUUGGGHHHHHH.

It was my fiance's birthday yesterday (he turned 28, WE'RE GETTING OLD) and what started out with 'Oh, we'll just got out to dinner' turned into 'ooh, lets go get some quiet cocktails at our favourite bar!' and ended up 'OK FINE, lets go to a strip club!' Which it ALWAYS DOES and shouldn't have surprised me.

( Very long tl;dr in which Beck talks about being a stripper and why she thinks it's ok to go to strip clubs. You're advised to skip. )

I am so sick of stigma towards bisexual people that I hereby propose to officially annex the word 'unicorn' to describe my sexuality. I am no longer a bisexual woman, I am a unicorn. A sparkly, mythical unicorn. I prance around bestowing my love on all comers. I have a giant shiny horn that shoots glitter and cartoon hearts. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, ( Read more... )