Mar 11, 2007 01:08
Things are good. I mean, they are just like sugar. Bathe me in maple syrup.
I am dating a bisexual boy with a handsome boyfriend. We all go out together us three then we go home together us three and well, you know the rest from there... And there is no object, no perversity, nothing shameful. The man is a man and not some bear.
You know, I once had a friend who had a cousin who was a lesbian, the head of a lesbian committee, and one day she met a gay boy, the head of a gay committee, and they fell in love. And now they're getting married-- in fact, the wedding was last week.
So, these things do happen. The bonds and whims of love are strong and bizarre, and people do sway.
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But I'm only kidding about the third man. The friendship is confusing. The boy is disorienting. Are you sure? Are you sure? I say.
"I don't want a man in my kitchen thinking about Tom down the street."