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Wed Aug 02 00 / 2:50 AM

My brother referred to me as bisexual yesterday. I didn't think anything of the term, but it was surprising to think that he considered me such. What does he really think of me, I wonder? I doubt it bothers him; we seem to have an unconscious doctrine of non-interference in each other's love lives.

So people consider me bisexual when I have not even touched a girl in any non-platonic manner, nor expressed any real desire to do so. Of course, I talk unendingly of my celebrity crushes, the majority of which are female. And in terms of beauty, I find very few men at all physically interesting, while many women give me cause to glance again. But I have dated only males and not even flirted with females.

Not that I wouldn't. It just hasn't happened.

I prefer to be the aggressee, the chased, the victim. I get crushes on strong glorious women, but it's not because I want them to make the first move on me. (Not that I would turn that down.) My women are the phenomenons. The type of girl that every guy in the room has made eyes at. Why do I find these women sexually desirous?

It's about possession.

I call myself submissive, when all I want to do is own these women. I want to have them in a glassed-in cabinet in my room so I can look at them every day. I want to be the one to own beauty, because maybe then I could be considered to have beauty.

I'm not going to be able to be these women, but having them to myself would be the next closest thing. And if I get them out of circulation, I never have to measure up to them. It's still more than that, though. A relationship with a girl would be just fun, if we were equals. When dating a guy, there is no comparison because I'm the orange and he's the apple. There will always be a comparison with another girl, unless we are alike. In that case, I wouldn't care to think about what others thought of me.

I'm not bisexual, I'm open-minded.

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Lisa Higgs

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*Canadian beauty*
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Wed Aug 02 00 / 2:50 AM My brother referred to me as bisexual yesterday. I didn't think anything of the term, but it was surprising to think that he considered me such. What does he really think of me, I wonder? I doubt it bothers him; we seem to have an unconscious doctrine of non-interference in each other's love lives. So people consider me bisexual when I have not even touched a girl in any non-platonic manner, nor expressed any real desire to do so. Of course, I talk unendingly of my celebrity crushes, the majority of which are female. And in terms of beauty, I find very few men at all physically interesting, while many women give me cause to glance again. But I have dated only males and not even flirted with females. Not that I wouldn't. It just hasn't happened. I prefer to be the aggressee, the chased, the victim. I get crushes on strong glorious women, but it's not because I want them to make the first move on me. (Not that I would turn that down.) My women are the phenomenons. The type of girl that every guy in the room has made eyes at. Why do I find these women sexually desirous? It's about possession. I call myself submissive, when all I want to do is own these women. I want to have them in a glassed-in cabinet in my room so I can look at them every day. I want to be the one to own beauty, because maybe then I could be considered to have beauty. I'm not going to be able to be these women, but having them to myself would be the next closest thing. And if I get them out of circulation, I never have to measure up to them. It's still more than that, though. A relationship with a girl would be just fun, if we were equals. When dating a guy, there is no comparison because I'm the orange and he's the apple. There will always be a comparison with another girl, unless we are alike. In that case, I wouldn't care to think about what others thought of me. I'm not bisexual, I'm open-minded.
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Lisa Higgs
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