Dirty Sheets

See, I’ve always known I was odd. I can remember very clearly my first two crushes that had everything to do with how attractive I found someone — a sixth-grade girl with masses of curly hair and braces (oh, she was so beautiful to me… I think I was in second grade? Third? I was little, anyhow.) and Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones, which needs no explanation.

So there’s that. I had a small crush on my best friends in the odd high schools I went to: the dear and sweet (and very straight) Liz; Anne who loved horses and invited me to see The Birdcage at the theater; Gabe who told me he couldn’t go to prom with me because of a religious service (and showed up not too long after I arrived, and that is another post entirely). And let’s not forget that massive massive torch I carried for one of the most gorgeous guys on the planet, Marcus William Stover.

As you can see, my interest in humanity has been pretty evenly split along gender lines. What’s so weird about that?

Well, it comes from two sources: having seen someone asserting that “bisexuals are just greedy” (no, I can’t remember where, argh) and very rarely being presented with the option of ‘I don’t care’ when being asked if I’m interested in men or women at various and sundry sites online.

Me, I’m not greedy, I’m more indecisive or very very fluid — more about people than parts.

So when I look at dating sites, just to see (because I am odd and curious), I’m always kind of annoyed when no one takes into account the fact that sometimes people don’t know if they want a woman or a man. I don’t care about gender! Could I just look at people, please?

I know that I ask a lot of the universe at large, because I am an arrogant speck of dust, but it makes my brain hurt when people assume that this is an either/or existence. It’s not — it’s a both/and!

And this leads to my next post…