I'm leaving my first post as posterity. I forgot I created this thing.

I'd like to say this will be an ode to something, but for now, let's just say, nothing in my life is consistent, and neither will this be.

I'm in the process of becoming a lesbian. (How's that for subject change?) The only thing stopping me in my inexperience with women, down there. Not that I'm in it for the sex. Sex, for me, has become so overrated and trivial. I don't care. Sure, I may get the urge, but it's not like it ever gets fulfilled in the sense is almost always does for a male.
I'm not in it because I get along with girls better. That's just the opposite. I get along with guys better, but I think, in terms of a relationship, I might be able to get a long with a girl better. I just don't want to end up being the guy in the relationship. But I don't want her to look like it, either.

I've been through a lot of relationship turmoil. I'm still trying to come to grips with some of it. Like, trying to be friends with exes. Actual friends, that talk. Not ones that are so comfortable with eachother that you can start making out with them.
Although, it has vaguely occured to me that I'd like to see what making out with one ex would be like, but that's purely hormonal. Plus, he's a guy, and I'm trying to avoid that kind of interaction.

Right now, while this is undiscovered, I'm happy to type it all out. Until I realize, that this may one day become discovered, and my words will come to haunt me. Right now, I want to think I can be completely honest. Right now I'd like to think I can name names, as one blogger I know does not. But a fear, a fear to live in a world I preach about, is overcoming me, and for now, I shall crawl back into my book, and read the night away.