Well, like the title suggests, Wednesday is the day I pick up comics:) My favorite, "Strangers in Paradise" was in today. Excellent writing, and Terry Moore has gone back to b/w. I'm glad it was in color, for a few issues, or I might have completely ignored it.My copy of Gurps Religion came in too....I'll write about that when I get around to reading it. See, I told you if you stayed with me, I'd add some new interests. And we're only scratching the surface.
Extremely boring day at work. Things have got to pick up soon, or I'll go bananas. This sort of nothingness is why I left my last place of employment. Sigh
Yesterday, I wrote about being bisexual, and didn't really talk about it much. I feel like I'm pretty picky in the people I consider for partners. In fact, only 2 people have ever been partners.I'm 28, and that's not very many sexual partners for a man my age. I almost did the cliche' thing, and married my first love, so to speak. While Heather and I dated, I realized I was bi.
I use the term realized because I think I always was bi, and as I think back on my life, I think of instances where I was confused, but didn't realize, or allow myself to think of being bi. Actually of being gay. The first step, for me, of realizing, was to understand that there was a middle ground.
After Heather and I broke up, I seized the first opportunity to have sex with a man that I had. That was about seven months after I moved out of our apartment.
I met him on the 'net, we went to a dinner, and a movie. And then back to his place.
I disliked him from the moment I saw him. He gave me the queasies. I slept with him anyway.
On the drive back, a four hour drive, since I met him in Wilmington, where my parents live. I had a lot of time to think over what I had done. I was furious at myself. But I did enjoy it.
When I got home, I found out my parents had called in a missing persons report on me, since I was so late. Part of that was understandable, I am epileptic, and something bad could have happened. It didn't, at least not in the way my parents could understand.
So, I learned two things about myself. First that, I was bi, and second that I'd never sleep with someone I didn't love again. And I haven't since. I have loved, but I've haven't met that special someone. I will. Male or female, near or far, my partner is out there, somewhere. And one day, we will meet.
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