dirty little 3 legged freaks

It was 2006 I believe, when I realized it. It was thanks to the Oasis Good Time Emporium when I realized it. It took Justin to cheat on me to realize it.

I'm a bisexual.

I admitted it. Either hate it or love it. I honest to Jebus don't care anymore whether you can handle it or not. I'm me. [insert Peter Griffin saying: "yay! you let me be myself!"]

This year has been nothing but rough, dating wise. Since Justin I've had 2 "boyfriends" that have only lasted a month each. This last boyfriend.. a royal NIGHTMARE.

I'm have a terrible choice of judgment. I find the cover of the book attractive and then come to find out after you start reading it just plain sucks. I pick the losers that treat me like shit and pick the good guys and treat them like shit. Well, not necessarily.. I push and push the good guys that I date TO try to make them treat me like crap. I can never just accept that hey, maybe I do deserve to be treated like a princess [princess awesome sucks - Darian].
In result, my terrible choice of judgment has pushed me over the edge. Al nudged me over the fence. That's all it took was dating a loser for a month..losing my glasses, my phone and my car in 1 month..that now I feel like I'm physically and mentally scarred from what I call them now, 3 legged freaks.

Not to sound conceded or all into myself..I'm pretty sure I could have any guy on my door step if I called them up right now to have sex with me. I apparently have that luxury from what I'm told. Over the years I've apparently grown into this "beautiful woman". When before, I looked like a nerd who didn't know what eye brow waxing and hair straightners were. So sue me.

I've had plenty of opportunities to make, what my ex-best friend Kevin would call it: "make dicks wet". But, have I been in the mood? No. Have I wanted to? No. Do I want to? Honestly, right now? NO.
The entire dirty little 3 legged freak male race..I'm completely turned off by you right now. Actually, it's so terrible you make me want to be full blow gay. [insert hand on hip and other hand hand flail here]

I know this has affected a few guys that are interested in me. I'm sorry. Thank all the ass hole boyfriends I've had. It has gotten to the extent that I get grossed out just by being touched. I'm sexually worthless to the male race right now because I'm that turned off by you guys. I've gotten to the point that I now check out women more than I do men. Maybe I'm in need of a change? Heck, can't knock it till ya try it. That's the saying.. Right?

Which brings me to the subject of Atlanta. Gays/bis are everywhere. I see it all day everyday. At work. At Mary's. It's completely amazing living closer to the city that I can actually get away with holding another girls hand [when or if ever the time comes]. Unlike Gwinnett which is frowned upon and ignored..which is what I gathered living up there so long. Just like my facial piercings, chucks and skinny jeans. I got the stares just from that..imagine showing the old classic PDA with another female in Gwinnett. Close minded fuckers. I used to be one. I used to be close minded about the gay/lesbian/bi community that I even frowned upon it. Until I had a few experiences of my own.

So, boys, I'll leave you with this. Leave me alone for right now. I want physically and mentally nothing to do with you. I've been burned countless times and maybe even once too many. You don't turn me on right now. I'm on the hunt and it's not for you.

I've sunk my teeth into the forbidden fruit and there is no turning back now.