Let's just call the last entry a piece of the daily life with a slightly emotionally damages, stereotypical cancer. Nothing's dying inside of me. I'm quite over dramatic when my feelings get hurt. *sigh* Sorry to disappoint any of you who felt a new connection to me.

I am currently recovering from openly weeping over Michael Bourne's Swan Lake with Adam Cooper. I also spent a good portion of the evening listening to some of Farinelli's arias. *sigh* Things like that make me feel facets of emotions I didn't know I had.

The ballet was beautiful though. It was different in that both principals were male. The swan and the prince. I love ballerinas, but a male danser is so powerful, so dramatic, so passionate. To see both roles filled with males was amazing. And really, there's something kind of hot about the occasional guy on guy action. *grin* It reminded me of this blurb I caught on MTV about gay porn. Gay porn isn't any better made than straight porn, and most of it doesn't do it for me. I really have no interest in seeing anal penetration or anything that a porn is actually meant for, but I do get a little turned on by the prelims. The foreplay, if you will. A couple hotties kissing or feeling each other up, hell yeah. I really don't think I'm the only chick who feels that way.

You know, as open as I am with my sexuality, I really am quite lucky to be a part of this generation. I think that my age group seems to be accepting a lot of views on sex and sexual persuasion. I guess, technically, I could be classified as bisexual in that I can and have found sexual pleasure [though not intercourse] with both males and females. I find both sexes sexually attractive, and even though I know that I will eventually wind up binding myself to a mate of the opposite sex, I'm fine with things as they are now. Really though, I don't like labels. Gay, straight, whatever. It makes no sense. In the end, lust is lust and love is love. I have been truly and passionately in love with 3 boys/men in my life. And my relationship with Cosmo is exceptionally hard to explain, but I love her as deeply as one person can love another.

Okay, I'm done. I have a raging headache that I've recently discovered is a prequel to a particularly horrendous bout of the bleed.