This world is too sex obsessed, and that's coming from me. My family... well my grnadfather is the most twisted perv on the face of the planet and he's seventy. Anyway, we all want some action. Everyone. My friend Be wanted to tell me that's she's bi. No way. No freaking way am I letting her do this. No way. You're either one or the other. There is no in between, that's a weakling's way out. If you're not straight, then don't tell me that you are. Don't mess with my head, it's already messed up enough. So she tells me that she's attracted to masculine woman. Big whoop. That means that you are straight but just because this society is erasing the line between genders, this confusion arrises. When else did males wear tight cloth and wore make up? When else did woman wore baggy-pants and were body-builders? Never. This is a new era and our sex-obsessed minds are having a hard time copping with this change. So next time someone tell me they're bi, I'm hitting them square in the jaw and kicking their ribs until they spit out blood. Got it?
P.S. Another day I have to spend with T and depressed attitude. Hate it through and through, but a project is a project. Damn it all.