Jaded: The trials of being Bi

Being Bisexual is one of the hardest things in the world. Even if we are a part of the LGBT community, we're still taboo. Still outcasts. I feel mocked by all of the stupid, insecure girls who try to be by just to get guys... Or get fed up with men and decide to pretend to be lesbian. People like that don't know what its like or how hard it is to truly be bi. Bisexuals don't fit in on either side, we're not gay and we're not straight. Lesbians think I'm weird for liking men. But I was born this way... I can't help that I'm attracted to men. Many lesbians won't date a bi girl. It hurts... that we are rejected, in part, because there are so many straight girls pretending to be bi... No one wants to get hurt, so many lesbians assume all bi girls are really just straight girls playing games.This is what I'm left to assume of course. I've had girls who I've really like reject me because they were lesbian and I was bi. It feels like someone rejecting you based on the color of your skin... or your nationality. Love should transcend all boundaries. Race, Nationality, Gender, Sex, Identity, Class, Religion, etc, etc.

Love is as devastating a power as a hurricane, as any force of nature, and yet is as necessary to life as the rains that fall from the heavens.

Proverb of the day: 2/8/2011

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

~ Unknown. 

She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 
And all that's best of dark and bright 
Meet in her aspect and her eyes: 
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

One shade more, one ray less, 
Had half impair'd the nameless grace 
Which waves in every raven tress, 
Or softly lightens o'er her face; 
Where thoughts serenely sweet express 
How pure, how dear their dwelling place. 

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow 
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
But tell of days in goodness spent, 
A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent!

Harvey Milk to Cleve Jones

"You're going to meet the most extraordinary men, the sexiest, brightest, funniest men, and you're going to fall in love with so many of them, and you won't know until the end of your life who your greatest friends were or your greatest love was."

Dream... and a little insight it gave me.

I had a strange dream, but it was good. It told me something my heart needed to hear. Gave me hope. Told me, no matter what anyone says, no matter what anyone else thinks... love is real, even if its between two completely impossible things, if love is present there, its real.

Also, that you can't sum up a person. Like when people ask 'What's your type?' realistically you can't answer. You can't start with the physical aspects because then your description will be shallow and insincere. You can't start with the emotional, because that is unrealistic as well, for instance, love and passion are fueled by instinct, by chemicals, and by physical attraction. These things fuel passion, they make people seek each other out. But love is a combination of these things and emotion, so to describe a person that you love in a single sentence or even a single paragraph is impossible. You'll end up offending yourself and coming to the defense of what you love when someone states that your description is shallow, weak, ect.

People fall in love with their ideals, men with their idea of the perfect woman, women with their perfect man. These can also be homosexual, but for my current purposes I'm using the Heterosexual versions. This is what makes people seek out love, they look for people who match their ideals. Some find them some don't. I would almost call this process an innate one, because if you ask a five year old what they think about 'Prince Charming' or 'Princess Whatever', they often say yes, that's what I like, or no, I like something else. I hope that made sense, but I know it didn't. This is before puberty and sexual interest is established. You most clearly see this in childhood crushes, around the same age, and again this is before the said established interest.

Basically, I'm saying that there isn't just a sex drive, but a drive for love as well.... Now this is getting to hypothetical and scientific. Which isn't what I want... love isn't logical. Anyway, the point I was trying to make is that you can't realistically describe your perfect lover, because unless you have sufficient time to interlace your emotional desires, physical desires, and have an awareness of what chemical responses effect you, then you can't describe it,and that's even before trying to word it aloud.

I know what I want, but its not physical enough to tell you... I guess...

In Loving Truth

I am so in love with you,
I've needed you all my life.
Without you I never knew that love was true.
Always in Pain, I was in strife.

Before you, caring was agony.
You alone, could teach me to smile, to laugh.
I was blind, but you made me see.
You made me happy with what I have.

The sweetest mouth, lips, kisses.
The deepest eyes.
I feel like I am flying, every time we kiss.
Never tell me any lies.

We cry together,
You make me Sing, and fly, and smile.
You always make me purr,
Our love can last over the miles.

You will always drive me wild.

One of My Best Friends... an Introduction

This is Kelsey....