I feel like I'm even more of a freak than usual. I see all the people on TV, not to mention the folks online, who are connected to another person, speaking of love and devotion. All of it seems alien to me. I appreciate friendship and feel a close kinship to a handful of people, but I have no interest in romance. I was heading in that direction when Llew was still with us. I didn't even want him touching me. When he left, I barely cried. I'm more remorseful now than I was when he went to Pennsylvania, because it bothers me that he died lonely and alone. Now, I have no interest whatsoever in getting involved romantically with another person. If it never happened again, it would be too soon. Is this part of my depression, or possibly a hormonal influence? I don't know and, frankly, I don't really care.
Apparently, it's National Coming Out Day.
Okay, I'm coming out as mostly hetero. Why? 'Cos I've tried both and prefer boys, prolly 'cos the girls I've been with were selfish little shites.
I'm not totally hetero, 'cos I have a crush on Starbuck.
This closet is now clean.
Now go away.
Okay, I'm coming out as mostly hetero. Why? 'Cos I've tried both and prefer boys, prolly 'cos the girls I've been with were selfish little shites.
I'm not totally hetero, 'cos I have a crush on Starbuck.
This closet is now clean.
Now go away.
