Monday

Sigh, Mondays.

Unlike most people, I actually like Mondays.  It’s a fresh new week, and you know that the week has the possibility of being good.  I passed my med terms, so this has already been a good day, and now I’m watching the guinea pigs play…lil cuties.

Today I find out for sure if Rich is staying on posting or coming home,  and I’m nervous, but too tired to feel sick.  If he isn’t coming home, I’ll at least get to see him at Easter, along with my mom.  I think it’ll be nice, and I kind of wish we could still do the easter thing, minus Rich coming home, but I”ll take what I can get

Wrote a letter to my grandparents today.  I love them a lot, and they’re always in the back of my head, but I know that they’d be disappointed if they knew I was bisexual.  I’m not going to go there, because I’d feel bad for stressing them out if I told them, and I really don’t need the approval of anyone, so why ask?  They’re awesome, and I don’t need anything more than that.

I’m still debating how to go about telling my mom about the bisexuality.  She knows that I’ve played with other chicks, but doesn’t know that I identify as a bisexual, and she doesn’t realize just how much attraction I have for girls.  I think it would honestly scare her, and aggravate her bipolarity, so I think I”ll leave it for now.  I think I’ll give her a call today, just to talk.

March is almost over, which means barbecue/short-short season will be starting!………..once we get rid of the blanket of snow that showed up this morning.  I’m going to ignore the snow, however, and pretend that it’s sunny and wonderful outside.  I’d kill for rain though.  I think I’ll try and make it a beach summer this year….yes….beach summer.  I sincerely hope all the hot college/uni chicks stay here, otherwise it’ll be a white trash holiday cleanup. Sigh

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DRELLEN

you guys have no idea how much i want these pictures to be true:

i also wish i were drew barrymore, if this is true. come out come out wherever you guys are!

if it’s not true, then i’m glad there’s some high-profile homo-eroticism going on. and go see whip it if you haven’t! it’s one of the best movies of 2009! and definitely the funnest! that’s a lot of exclamation points for me.

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Robin McGehee, Dan Choi and Jim Pietrangelo: Arrested!

College of the Sequoias professor and Meet in the Middle organizer Robin McGehee was arrested today in front of the White House, for participating in a “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” protest rally. She was later released after paying a $35 fine. Also arrested were Lt. Dan Choi and Capt Jim Pietrangelo, after they handcuffed themselves to the fence in front of the Executive Mansion.

More pictures of Robin’s arrest and of Lt. Choi and Capt.  Pietrangelo handcuffed to the White House’s fence after the jump. Read more at America Blog.

Pictures from MeetintheMiddle for Equality, Huffington Post and America Blog.

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I Can't Think Straight

You know that “fact” that men supposedly think about sex once every-three-seconds; and you know how you think, that surely, cannot be possible! To have sex, women, and sex on the mind that often, surely cannot be healthy, or even natural…

Well, I think I’m suffering from it.

See, I get these bouts of what I call “Gay Days”. These are, in effect, days where I feel very, very gay. All I want to do is think, oogle, be around, watch, hear, women. I long to have another woman next to me, I long to have someone to hug, to touch, to be touched by; someone who is here. Normally, these days coincide with some-degree of sexual frustration, which for the past few months, has been a constant state for me.

This in effect means that I am going through a continuous “Gay Day”. These days are fine on a Saturday or Sunday; I can spend as much time as I want oogling over beautiful women on Tumblr or Flickr; I can watch as many films with my favourite actresses in as I want; I can even spend entire days in bed watching a whole season of The L Word. This time is free time, it’s my time, it’s time where I can literally do whatever I want.

During the week however, I’m still required to function. I’ve got my A Levels ahead of me, and yet all I can think of is the really nice arse of one of the teachers at my sixth-form.

Trying to write essays, or complete homework, in fact, any sort of required, or at least, much needed work, with the constant images of bums, boobs, and sexy eyes in my mind is completely and utterly hopeless. Worse, is that I spend some lessons just staring, looking at the perfect woman standing or sitting in front of me, and dreaming of all the possibilities. When the bell rings, suddenly I realise I’ve spent a whole hour learning absolutely nothing.

Being a good student, daughter, friend and well, human, in these situations is mind-numbingly difficult. To continuously have to counter-act any urge to shout at the top of my voice “Please, someone have sex with me” whilst walking around the corridors, or having to go through an essay with a particularly fanciable, sexy, beautiful, fabulous teacher that I am hopelessly in love with, whilst being about to see the top of her bra, and keeping a straight face, and answering and nodding appropriately, certainly is no easy task.

Next weekend I intend to ratify this excruciating problem. Now that more of my friends are of age, we can now embark upon more nights out; which almost certainly means in my group of gay friends, that we’re going to hit the gay clubs.

Even better is that a certain girl of interest is having a gathering at a pub at some time in the near future. Although I don’t properly know her, one or two of my friends do, which does mean the slight possibility of us attending. I’ve said before, I do live in hope, and I seriously hope that this might happen. Even not just for her, but because it surely must be better than yet another night in with a crap film.

In the mean-time however, I’m going to have to try my best. I’m going to have to find a way or something, to try to curb my thoughts; maybe I can try to just keep them unconscious through some weird self-hypnotic process… Or stab myself with a pin every time I inappropriately think about someone at a bad time. Conditioning worked for Pavlov’s dogs, surely it can work for me?

How on earth do men ever get anything accomplished with sex constantly on their mind? It’s truly a marvel!

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ACLU: Get a Hobby

So here’s what’s going on:

Last week the ACLU sued a high school in Mississippi.

You see, it’s prom season, and a girl at Itawamba Agricultural High School announced she was going to go to the prom with her lesbian girlfriend wearing a tuxedo. The school let her know that the prom was for guy-girl couples and so, naturally, the girl and the ACLU filed a lawsuit against the school.

Naturally. That’s the next logical step to take in the process. Why bother talking to the school board or setting up a conference? There’s money (and headlines) to be made here.

So the school said, “OK, fine, this is more trouble than it’s worth. Prom is canceled, maybe a private organization will hold the prom instead. This is getting crazy.”

So now the ACLU is suing the school again, trying to force them to have the prom.

You’re having a prom? I’LL SUE YOU.

You canceled the prom? I’LL SUE YOU.

I can just see the ACLU in their Fortress of Spinning Wheels, shaking their gentle fist, “You won’t escape us! Bwwaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Have the prom, cancel the prom, we don’t care, we’re suing someone.“

I’m looking forward to next week, when the ACLU sues Mattel for not producing a Kendra doll, a female version of Ken, which, as we all know, stifles a girl’s opportunity to explore all of her options.

The week after that, the ACLU will sue McDonald’s for only serving Coke and discriminating against Pepsi. McDonald’s will then serve Pepsi and will in turn be sued by the ACLU once again. The ACLU will claim they are only “trying to reach their pointless lawsuit quota for March.”

The ACLU will then get its own half-hour sitcom on the WB, called “Them Wacky Bungholes.” They will also get a 1-hour reality series on FOX (airing after American Idol) in which two contestants are introduced to one another. The first person to sue the other person is hired by the ACLU. The following week, they will be fired.

They will then be sued by the ACLU.

Meanwhile, millions of ignored starving people die, child trafficking continues, and Lady Gaga continues to fool people into thinking she’s actually a female. But at least the ACLU got to sue a school because of their prom.

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Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.

I never thought this day would come.

My family seemed so… accepting.

They acted as if everything was normal.

But no, apparently someone who is GENETICALLY programmed to love me no matter what actually judges me behind my back.

I can’t get any relief.

I finally went on 60 day at the theatre.

Strictly sears now.

Hopefully.

I wonder if they’ve called yet…

:/

10 days

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The beginning

Most people, women at least, between the ages of 15 and 40 have at some point seen the show, Sex in the City, or the movie. As much as they are entertaining, they do include several truths. But then at end of the day there is nowhere in Scotland that is like Manhattan.

I live in a small town when i’m at University, for some people romance here is very much alive, but for others it seems that everything here happens in its own little bubble. When you meet somebody new here, it tends to be a drunken chat at a messy house party where you drunkenly pull and hope you find that the next day they add you on facebook through a friend of a friend of a friend. If not, then you put it down do a drunken mess that you hope you will never see.

Well in my town the chances of running into somebody you drunkenly hooked up with once is like a 1 in 7 chance, at least once a week! Problem is, this isn’t a shock to anybody and so the solution to the problem, you blank them.

Im a regular 19 year old, had my own fair share of boyfriends, hook ups and lesbian experiences. But it never ceases to amaze me the way people handle sex and love now adays.

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