The thing that's bugging me about this inadvertent un-closeting stuff isn't so much that I'm embarassed to be bisexual, or that I don't want anyone to know, necessarily...it's that I have to explain myself at all.

Then the Psd to HTML or PSD to CSS conversion is carried out by hard coding the image to fit into HTML frames or layers

Blah blah blah,and utopian society, everyone is accepting and gets along and things like this are never an issue. Whatever. I'm the last person on earth who would qualify as an "activist" in any sense of the word--I did my time as a cause-head, and now I just want to live my little life in my little house with my wonderful Boy and never have to see another person again. Except the WebVan delivery guy (ha, just kidding, no more webvan!), since I wouldn't be leaving the house and would somehow need groceries.

Wow. This post started out as more stressing over the Lunch Happenings, but has digressed into sad sad self-pity.

I think I'd be having an easier day if I wasn't listening to the cd's that the Ex made me--they're so full of songs that should mean nothing at all to me--but in this time of emotional vulnerability they mean all sorts of unintended things. Songs that we danced, drove, fucked to--long enough ago that I shouldn't even remember that we did what we did and felt how we felt.

Of course, on the topic of shared emotions, there is little to say. Supposed love vs. assured lust is a difficult competition--suffice to say, my side lost. But at least we were never short on action.