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Would one of my SG female friends explain why it is why women find bisexual men a little unnerving?

Why is it that you think that just because I like boys too that I'm going to cheat on you with one? We're not all unfaithful, ya know?

I'm curious.

Is it all about that competition thing, again?

I have been flipping through old letters from my past.

Like all good players, I've had a variety of affections--from all areas of the English speaking world. I've found lust letters from residents of the UK, New Zealand, Australia, and Canada...not to mention here in the good old USA.

All of them fighting over my affections...men and women both.

And, without meaning to, I played...
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I've been to the north, the east, the northeast, the northwest, the south, the west, the southwest, Canada, the UK...and the more I observe of people...the more I find that we're all pretty much the same.

The little differences are what distinguish a Briton from an Alabamian, like me.

We may all talk a little differently, but I've seen the same tats, piecings, and dyed...
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Why oh why oh why does it always come back to sex?

I'm sure many of you have been possessed with the same feelings...

"I want his/her lanky body...but he/she is so not good for me."

I've been with 50 people now. There used to be a time I thought I'd never be with anyone.

I saw the world divided into two camps...those who had...
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I was sorting through old letters today, and found some poetry sent to me by a friend, M.P.

I would reveal her real name, not her initials...but she's been going through equally rough times recently...and I am not sure she'd want the world to know her identity.

But I would like to share with you a poem or two of hers...'cause they're fantastic.
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I...
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Lady,
You keep asking.
Why he likes you

How come?

Wonder why he wants more
When he's just had some?

Boys
She's got more to play with
In the way of toys

Paper dresses
catch on fire
and you lose her in the haze

don't ever change, lady
he likes you that way


ladies eyes go off and on
with a finger full of glue...
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I'm reading a book called The Ice Storm, written by a guy named Rick Moody.

In it, he describes the awkward fumblings of two young teenagers who are fooling around with each other for the first time.

It's a painful read. I remember being sixteen and having absolutely no clue about sex. Didn't know what to do, didn't know how to do it. It...
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Went to therapy this morning.

I can't tell you how nice it is to finally have a female therapist. Well meaning people, have, at various times---put me with male shrinks...thinking that, "Surely, a man would want to talk to another man, right?"

Wrong.

Men make me uncomfortable.

Paradoxically, I'm attracted to them, but they have always made me nervous and ill at ease.

I cannot...
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This sounds like half the women I know...if not 75%.

Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.

She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.

Which of the young men does she like the...
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A few poems...while I'm in the mood.

-this first is about a Worcester friend.

Real World

black boots and attitude and worn and
feaux 70s vintage reeking alcohol breath
tight black pants
belt made of material used to
make power stripping

hair- spikey and barretted
eyes-undertones of purple
ears-heavily pierced
shirt- black and white reminds one of cheesy
cowboy shirts you buy out west
if...
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