I'm PMS-ing again (aren't I always?), so I'm going to rant, like always.

When I first came out to a... "friend" of mine (for lack of better word), the first thing she said (after the O_____x-ness had died a bit) was "Oh, so that's why you don't like guys!".

*headdesk*

No, I don't "don't like guys", if Tweetie was a guy I'd still be in love with her. I honestly don't think that the concept of bisexuality is a part of her world. At all. According to her, I can never again say that I like guys (I was going to use another word here, but Tweetie would jump on me and then I'd have to de-crank her (she just kicked me, unintentionally, btw O.o)) because in that case, I can't be in love with a girl. I don't call myself a lesbian (unless I call myself "evil lesbian", which is a topic for another rant), because I don't do labels. I'm BIsexual. That means that I'm as straight as a horseshoe, if I have to be straight at all.
But, back to my "friend"... There's nothing wrong with her IQ, but she doesn't have much in the EQ-department, I'm sad to say. I should know, I've known her more or less my whole life and she hasn't changed much from when we were 10 years old.

I don't think I was as much hurt or anything as just one big "WTF???". I'm still in that state, a year and a half later.

(Tweetie just put the bag with the laundry leaning against me and told me not to move)

The second time I've been really WTF over something that's related to sexuality was in Art school, where one of my classmates (non-affectionately named "The Mary Sue" - and you can all guess just what kind of person -she- was) was having a discussion with another classmate about... dundundun... sexuality (as in homo-/bisexuality). Don't ask me how the hell they got to it, I don't know. I just know that I had the questionable pleasure of hearing the Sue open her mouth and say "Oh, I think it's quite all right, after all".

*headdesk*

Well, bitch, I think it's quite all right to be straight, after all!

When I think back on the Art school, the first thing that comes to mind is that I was surrounded by stupid, lying, cheating, ass-kissing idiots and one guy, who was quite normal.

What brought this on? I was bored at work, the batteries to my CD-player died right after I got off the tram and I had to amuse myself somehow.

Now Tweetie's sitting and looking at the "Massage Parlors" offers in the newspaper. We sometimes read them out loud to each other and laugh at the pathetic phrasings. The best one so far was the "Domina Chantal and her lust-slave Christina". No, I don't know either.

Uh. Yeah, I shut up now.