If one wanted to feel less alone as a married bisexual man in an opposite sex monogamous relationship one should not look at any of the bi tags on tumblr. Basically one should consider being content with being a bit alone.
There is a point in the not so distant future when you will wake up and no one you know will care about your orientation. And I don’t mean they will accept and appreciate your unique experience and all that… I mean they wont care like they don’t care what kind of socks you’re wearing.
It has come to my attention that a lot of people haven’t played this game so pay attention:
Grab a friend and tie your hands as the following picture shows
Now try getting yourselves free well maybe not free but apart from each other, so that the ropes aren’t tangled together, without opening the knots or otherwise removing the rope from around your wrists. It is possible.
This is probably the oddest thing I’ve come accross in a while. Cello and Pedal Steel Guitar playing Satie’s Gnossienne Suite. I can’t even decide if I like the combination of the two instruments… but it’s interesting to say the least.
I think it’s interesting that i can listen to this piece over and over again and be compleltey facinated. Trying to folllow the downbeat and listening to it stay constant when I am sure it would have to change, and then morph when I least expect it to.
I found this album today, thinking it was all bulgarian choir music but with a wonderful stroke of luck it turned out to be recordings from a world music festival. Somehow a perfect mixture of different world traditions that fit together without really fitting together. Ended up being the perfect music to lazily read to and then fall sleep to in my livingroom recliner on a cold new years eve afternoon.
I heard about this album on NPR yesterday and finally got a chance to sit down and start listening. Extremely bold idea. Personally I think this is brilliant, and the type of convergence of musical genres that can bring a new generation back into appreciation of the classics.
When the girls come over my apartment to party with us, they get into little cliques. I am never invited because I am a male. They have their own inside jokes, and secret names for boys. They talk about what they’re wearing, and talk about make up. They point at other girls around…
I’m re-blogging this, because you have asks disabled, so I can’t send you a note. Your story makes me really sad. I’m not a girl so I couldn’t share the kind of kinship that you’re longing for. But I just hear how much you want someone to be there and listen to how you’re feeling… I don’t know you, but I would be there in a heartbeat if I could… and I am sure there are other people reading this that feel the same. I am so sorry the people in your life right now aren’t giving you the support you need. I hope and believe that there will be a time when that will change.
I know. I’ve never read the thing… don’t know anything about it other than there are these guys with horns… and lots of kissing…. and sometimes gay sex. I think I follow three or four Homestruck blogs now… I don’t even know how it happened.