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I don't believe I'm a self-hating homosexual litting out on account of 'the demons' eating at my soul. Once had a conversation with a woman prior to involvement otherwise. She was quite forward. Don't know why she came on the way she did. Told me she was bisexual; very sexual, to be exact. Rather like getting loaded at that time (mid 70s) with a female who declares the pot makes her horny - er, hold that thought. Was she giving me a hint and license? Who knows? She was sort of skanky and I demured. She was pissed. Wasn't the only time that happened. In another instance, another woman smacked me upon refusal: "Not good enough for you?"

Crazy, huh? I bring up the memory of the conversation because I told her my fantasies were heterosexual, therefore...

Anyway, there were plenty of occasions where that orietation was acted upon. But I loved only a couple of them, the lost love complicating attachment; by comparison, I suppose. There was always something precipitating extrication. Was a rake. Quite immoral too. Not phobic about queers. I think my regrets about lost love just make me peevish. You'd like to be with someone such that this is all live and let live, you know? But still, it's oppresive, the propaganda.

Nothing in my closet to hide. If I've got a secret it's that I'm extremely frugal and am without any fashionable inclination. All the shirts are from Goodwill or Savers! The jacket is a hand-me-down from my father.