Yeah, neither do I. But, if I was that sort of person, I might look up the word “grope” because its a great word. And that might lead me to Gropecunt Lane. Gropecunt Lane In closing, if I was that kind of person, I might now have this little ditty stuck in my head… “Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Gropecunt Lane?”
Life is crap when you have 700 children 699 of them get sick, get you sick, and get your significant other sick. The plague invaded our house about two weeks ago, and still has a nasty grip upon our lives. This isn’t just any normal plague, its a plage of epic proportions. I won’t describe the symptoms, because then you all will just call me a big baby for whining about a cold. (Image courtesy of Long Cat Graphics – nice stuff!) So, in the midst of this, my kids have gone back...
• Assuming that everyone you meet is either heterosexual or homosexual. • Supporting and understanding a bisexual identity for young people because you identified “that way” before you came to your “real” lesbian/gay/heterosexual identity. • Expecting a bisexual to identify as heterosexual when coupled with the “opposite” gender/sex. • Believing bisexual men spread AIDS/HIV and other STDs to heterosexuals. • Thinking bisexual people haven’t made up their minds. • Assuming...
