It's actually pretty common for bi males to not find guys visually appealing -- to some extent, the circuitry that finds someone nice to look at can be detached from the circuitry that finds someone interesting to do stuff with, particularly in bi males.

Weird, I never heard that before.

Huh, that's interesting. I still think in my case it's just that my "I want to touch you and snuggle you and be all up in your personal space" circuitry is totally detached from my "I want to have sex with you" circuitry. One is picky, one isn't.

Slightly more on topic, I actually went through a pretty acute phase where I hated myself for NOT being bi, because it meant I wasn't as open minded, accepting, and loving as I should be. I'm not as bad with it these days, partially due to more, uh, experimentation and realizing that it's probably just as bad to do that to myself as it would be to beat myself up for being gay. So I just kind of do whatever now and if it makes me a gigantic tease, oh well.

You wanna trade? I totally hate myself FOR being bi.

You want to be a giant cocktease, while I get sweet sweet lovin' from at least two good looking men who have wanted me for years? Deal.

Get REALLY drunk and see what happens?

Also, not like it would change my sex life anyway.


Spoiler alert:

NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

Yeah, so we're definitely back on topic now. Same here. Orientation really doesn't matter when there's no prospects anyway!

I'm a troll, I hate being on-topic, but this was getting too touchy-feely and happy for my taste.

Also, even if there were same sex prospects, nothing would change for me. I don't think anyone I would ever know IRL will find out about that aspect of me, anyway. Since, well... see above about me hating it.

I've never encountered that. Where'd you hear it from?

Dear person that I encountered in my dream a few minutes ago,

I'm sorry!

I don't know what I did but you looked rather ticked off with me, and somewhat hurt. I don't like doing that to people, imaginary or not, so again, sorry. If it's any consolation I thought you were a great actor, though the wings were a bit overkill. I mean, unless you're a trill. If so then you'll probably want to keep those.

Anyways yeah, sorry for cutting it short, but my ordinarily peaceful dream about PvPing in a few MMOs I've played turned into some twisted horror where people were driving up to me in the park in the dead of night to try and kidnap me, so I had to gtfo before I had a heart attack.

Lots of otherwise terrified love,
Furien

I have no idea. I'm just vaguely unhappy at the moment.

Same, but I think I have an idea why.

I am down to practically no useful food. I have lots of a supply of items that could become great foodstuffs, if only I had "x" missing vital ingredient. A healthy supply of herbs and nothing to use them on. No meat. No fruit. Enough milk to maybe get me through the week if I conserve. Thank God for rice and frozen vegetables, even though I hate vegetables, three cans of soup, and a box of mac'n'cheese.

The person in charge of my stipend this month is out of town until next week, and loan disbursements don't come until February. It sucks to have the world revolve around money I have so very, very little of it .

Sigh I am so busy this week and probably a chunk of the month that logging in makes me feel guilty enough that I quit after 5 minutes. I will just play vicariously through lurking the forums (that is, if RL doesn't beckon me away again...)

I am dissatisfied with my feet. Doctor said I'd only have to wear special authotics (sp?) for my arch/heel problem for about six months before the problem was all betterer. That was about a decade ago.

Buying shoes is a nightmare when I have to fit these in, too.

This only suddenly annoys me a lot now because the problem is still getting worse (noticably now), meaning unless my doctor realises he's forgotten something obvious within the next few years it's very possible I could be crippled and wheel chair bound...

orthotics (I mention this just in case you wanted to read up about them, not to be prickly about spelling).

Getting an email that I'll have to lead 200 people in a military parade. Kill me now.

If you can survive dancing with the Lord of Evil, you can easily lead a parade.

Ick, operating on 3 hours of sleep = not fun.

I know the feeling. Our Christmas present was having to deal with that.

Also, hello exams. I'm getting 60s in both of those courses, so if I pass I will be surprised. I don't see the point in trying anymore. _{I am so done with high school, can I just go to college already?}