Sappo.

So, I guess I didn't realize how many people actually paid attention to my bulletins. Recently, I said that "I made out with a groupie and found a new lesbian lover."

Okay, so stop panicking, I didn't make out with a girl. You really think that if I was going to come out, that I'd do it in a bulletin? C'mon now.

Of course, this isn't the first time I have been questioned on my sexuality.

Few years ago, someone at work asked a friend of mine if I was gay because I was sitting close to a girl who was wearing a shirt that said "I love freshman girls" when I was in Philly.

While I love my Natalie (who is coming to see me in a WEEK!) and I know she loves me, we aren't lovers. Although, after I told her the story that people thought we were gay - the joke has continued to this day that we are lesbian lovers. The shirt she wore was an inside joke.

My aunt has asked my mom NUMEROUS times if I was a lesbian. Even when I have a boyfriend. Because, in her eyes, a 28 year old woman who ISN'T married HAS to be gay.

*eye-roll*

While I'm not offended if someone asks me if I am a lesbian, because I don't feel there is anything to be offended about, I am not gay.

The closest I have gotten is a drunken pop-kiss.

The thought of kissing a girl doesn't gross me out. Girls are soft, duh. But the thought of doing....other stuff with a girl doesn't really appeal to me.

So, I will cuddle (which is what I was doing friday night with the groupie because we were the only two girls); give smooches on the cheek; have some great hugs; listen to some Indigo Girls, and tell our boyfriends that we are going to have hot lesbian sex.

I love my gays. Guy or girl. And I love my straights. And I love my bi's. Fuck, I just love the world. My heart is big enough for everyone.

But as far as sex, yeah I like the penis. The penis is good. Well...depending on the owner.