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So confused, What the hell am I?
I was raised in a fairly conservative home. I always knew about homosexuality, and had no problem supporting it in other people, but it had never really seemed an option for me until my sophomore year in high school when I met a bunch of really supportive friends, who through their own experiences introduced me to just about everything LGBT I know.

My first kiss was in fifth grade, with a girl. It was summer camp, and while most people's first kisses are awkward, mine was lusty and ******* heated. At that young, its probably a messed up situation, right? I didn't think so at the moment, but ever since then I've always noticed girls. Never boys. I've always been oblivious to the cute guy on the corner, but the only one of my strait friends to notice the narrow waste of the brunette next to me or the curvy hips of the blond across the street, or the beautiful blue eyes that the salesgirl in the mall had. Never dared mention it to them those thoughts, or the ones that followed, wondering what it would be like to go further than kissing with a girl?

The problem? I had never even considered myself being a lesbian as a possibility. The thought never even came to mind. So I got older, messed around with guys, had a few boyfriends, lost my virginity, and never once had an orgasm. Got bored halfway through sex. Noticed only feminine traits in the guy when making out, and insisted on keeping my eyes shut during anything physical. Then I began wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

Currently I'm a 17 year old girl, a senior in a rich guy public high-school, where LGBT isn't really talked about, and I think I'm in love with one of my friends. She's lesbian, and used to like me but after some brief confusion involving me asking her out, then changing my mind, it got akward.

Some time passed and now we're good as knew, and I even think she still likes me. But I'm scared shitless to tell her my feelings because with the way I've been raised, I only mentally ever knew how to be with guys, regardless of my lack of attraction or emotional attatchment... It would kill me to start dating her only to realize that I can't handle girls in a relationship, or that its just infatuation, because I know it wouldn't just hurt her feelings, but serve as a totally thorough ego-killer.

but at the same time there's a new girl in her life who could snatch her up if I don't move fast, and I'm not sure I could live with that.

If you think this is overly-dramatic, please don't bother replying. I seriously need some advice, hell, I'm crying just writing this.

Help me.

Am I bi? Gay? Strait with issues??

~~******* Clueless
I don't think this is over dramatic. I think that you are just very confused, and that's understandable. I think that her having another person in her life is causing you to feel like you have to be more decisive, and quickly, about who you are. This is probably creating more pressure and causing you to become more confused. The thing with dating her, is you just need to act the same as you do with her now. When you guys kiss and stuff - that would be the only thing different. Having a boyfriend or a girlfriend is just like having a friend, only you're a bit more intimate with them. Just because you're dating doesn't mean things change. I think you need to decide how you feel about her. Take away everything else - the not being sure about your sexuality, the not knowing whether you can be with a girl. Don't even think about her gender. Just think about how you "feel" about her. Do you want to be with her - not as a man or a woman, just as a person? Do you love her, just as a person? If the answer is yes, then you need to decide to either be with her or not. You never be "just friends" with someone you're in love with. You can be everything else, you can even end up hating the person, but you can be "just friends". Trust me. I went through this, and now I don't even speak to the person I was in love with. Good luck!
I want to be pretty :[?
Ok.. i am 13 year's old.. and dont be like "oh your so young" i dont ******* CARE. :]

okay.. i want to be more pretty :[ This is a description about me since i cant find a picture..

- i weigh 145 pounds, ( i need to lose weight -.- )
- i am 13
- im 5"4
- I have dirty blond hair, more brown hair with two blond streaks.
- I am poor..
- I have ugly teeth
- I want a boyfriend -.-
- I JUST WANT TO BE PRETTY
- im kinda tan
- i'm tom boyish..
- - - -

ANY HELP? :D

- how to dress good on a Low Budget -
- How to get boys to like me -
- how to look PRETTY -

:] thanks. 10 points for best answer :]]
well if you or anyone in your house
has a sewing machine that would help
you can get your clothes at thrift stores
and they can be cute (not guyding)
or discount stores like Ross or Marshals
if you are ok with buying at thrift stores
and do have a sewing machine
you can make some really cool stuff
(add lace or buttons to a plain shirt etc.)
maybe start hanging out with some people
who are kinda girly because form that you will
become more girly and even though some ppl
think that other people wont hang out with you
cause you are ugly (even if your not and you just
think that you are) they actually dont really care
unless it is a really really superfishal girl
but most of them really arent. you are going
to have to improve your view of yourself
because you can change everything the world
about youself and never think you are beautiful
just look in the mirror and find something that you do
really like about yourself. maybe you could see
if you can get a tooth whitening kit
for the cheapest its 10 to 15 dollars but the more expencive
the better they work, here is a site that might help you..
www.best-teeth-whitening.com/defa…
you could start wearing a little eye liner, mascara
and maybe even a little eye shadow
(you can buy them at the dollar store,
not positive about the mascara bu the other two i am pretty sure)
you could get a hair cut and dye your hair
but if you are planning to loose weight
i think you should wait for that till after
like if you wanna loose lets just say, 30 pounds
(obviously not that much it was juat an example)
maybe after the first 20 you could get your hair done.
it is really hard to stay on a diet but just stay strong
and never ever reward yourself with food.
after a work out most people want to eat an unhealthy snack
to "reward" themselves for the workout
but that is a very bad idea. maybe you could try to put
25 cents in a jar every single day
and after you have lost maybe 5 pounds
you could go out a buy yourself a shirt.
btw the best thing to do when you go into a store
when you are bargain shopping
is go to the clearence rack. you get the clothes way cheaper
to get a boy friend you just have to be yourself
but be nice and talk to boys. also be outgoing and friendly
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I comment on other people's stories all time and feel like, how dare I if I wont even show my work. So, here it is for whom ever wants to comment on it.


Eric Johnston had just finished his fourth cup of coffee when he saw Christina, a women he refereed to as his 'sort of boss,' walk through the door. Christina had left Eric nine voicemails and probably close to a hundred texts with messages like, 'where the **** are you,' and, 'I'm tired of playing these games.' Eventually she had just decided to go looking for him and had found him at one of his favorite night spots, the Diner on East Ninth street called Lou's. Eric rolled his eyes as she approached him and picked up his cup by it's porcine arm. He tipped it on one finger so that it dangled like a pair of keys in the direction of the only other person in the Diner, a young waitress behind the counter. She looked up at him briefly from the broom she was using to clean up then quickly looked away. Eric sighed and drank what little cold coffee that was left in the cup.

"You know, if you answered your phone every once in a while I wouldn't have to come looking for you," said Christina removing her p-coat to show a knock out of a body. Eric didn't notice. He had grabbed the table's appatiser menu and was flipping through it. Anything to avoid eye contact with the women who took a seat across the table from him. Eric was a 27 year old man, though you couldn't tell by the gray hairs that peppered his head. Most people took him for a homeless person because he changed his cloths infrequently and managed his personal hygiene even less so. Christina on the other hand could see past that. To her, Eric was a gold mine to be exploited.

Christina folded her hands in front of her. She looked over the table at Eric past the collection of empty creamer packages and the split open sugar envelopes and shook her head. Eric now read the ingrediants of the ketchup.

"Look at this mess Eric," she said brushing the blond hair from her pretty face, "Eventually you're going to have to learn how to stop behaving like a guy."

Eric extended one finger and pressed it against his coffee cup until it tipped over onto one side. The cup then rolled to the edge of the table, fell on the floor and eventually landed in six different pieces.

"That's it," said the waitress letting the broom fall over. Exhaling deeply, she shuffled around the counter and headed towards the two. "You don't tip, you don't eat. Half the time you don't even ******* pay! It's just coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee! Then I gotta put up with this bullshit. Uh uh! Take your friend here and get the **** out."

Eric's expression was incredulous and unaffected.

"I don't think you're the owner," he said.

"Now!"

Eric slumped in his chair so that the fabric of his hoodie clumped up behind him like pudding skin and looked for the first time directly at Christina. She more then anything else was behaving as a spectator waiting to see how this would all play out.

"Can I have another cup of coffee," said Eric without taking his eyes off Christina, "mine broke."

The waitress, her name tag called her Fran, threw up her hands in a manner that ussually went along with the words ta-da.

"I'm call'n the cops," she siad matter of factly, then walked away. "I'm call'n -- the ******* -- cops."

Christina, bringing herself into the moment with a radiant smile stood up and went after the waitress. When Fran reached for the phone, Christina placed her hand ontop of hers, keeping her from picking it up.

"Hold on," said Christina. "Perhaps we can work something out."

"Get your hands off me ***** or I'll *******--"

"If I move my hand will you hear me out?"

"Take your ******* hands off me -- Now!"

"Just a--"

The waitress pulled the phone hard away from the reciver and held it up like she was going to smack Christina with it. Instead, she brought it down and started dialing.

"How much are you making here," asked Christina. Ignored, she asked again. "On an average night?"

"Not enough to put up with this bullshit," said Fran, then to the operator on the phone, "No, I can't hold -- Hello? ****."

Christina walked back to the table and grabbed her purse. Retuning to Fran, she reached into her bag and pulled out her wallet. From it, she pulled out a stack of twenty dollar bills.

"I'd say," said Christina brushing a lock of hair from her face, "You probably make about ten dollars an hour after tips. So around eighty dollars a night. Does that sound right?"

As she said this, Christina was
wow, not bad. not bad at all lol. i'm eager to read some more if you decide to continue...
What is this books title?
i am in search of this book i read in france and i'm fluent but i know it was an american one cause the tourist next to me said ooohh i have that at home. i have forgotten the title and only found this bit on the internet in someones blog.
So during Anthropology as I was staring blankly at Ms.Doe a knock came from outside the door. Ms. Doe is in her late twenties and is from Stanford, that's in California. So she's young and has pretty virgin like face, now I’m not saying she is a virgin but she has that innocent look about her. the reason I’m telling you this is because most high school students well boys at least want to “bang” her and normally tteachers don't approve of this and just dismiss it but she embraces it, a little too much. I know for a fact she is sexing it up with Mark Verdant a senior and Jimmy Walsh the boy sitting two inches next to me. How do I know this little gem of information? Well I witnessed it first hand, first with Jimmy right before winter holiday. I had just gotten a test back and wanted to check if there was homework over holiday and when I came in I saw jimmy with his shirt off and pants down grunting silently with his hand up Ms.Doe’s skimpy little christmass sweater. Since I could only see her face I guess I should describe that now that I have got you all picturing this. Perverts. Her eyes were shut tight and she had a little bead of sweat running down her brown her amber red hair was bouncing with each slam from jimmy who had surprising amount of strength for being a track runner, guess its all in the hips. Her lips were doing this puckering thing which was setting off her odd stretching of her neck. Anyway she was doing her thing he was doing his and here the funniest thing. Well not the funniest cause I mean catching you teacher ******* a semi friend of yours IN the class is pretty damn funny, the funny thing was jimmy was ramming her into a poster on the side wall that had the a skeleton and a caption of all her femme parts and Ms.Doe's head was right were the women’s pelvic bone was so she had this odd halo. As I stood there taking this all in, jimmy’s bare white *** his legs, Ms.Doe's legs wrapped around jimmy’s lower torso. What aaa sight. The best part was they didn’t notice me for about five minutes, I looked at my watch (it’s a men’s Gshock watch it’s AMAZING, blue as well). Then finally Ms.Doe opened her eye’s and sort of stared at me her head still jerking because jimmy was still thrusting. Since I didn’t want to have awkwardness between jimmy, or at least on his part, I will have that image burned into my brain, I decided to slowly back out and close the door as quietly as possible. I ran the whole way to my bike, which is about a mile, in jeans and Clarks. When I got back from winter holiday I reported to all my classes like usual adn just gave Ms.Doe a look like “now, lets not have this happen again” she sort of nodded adn I continued a normal day.
Four weeks later I was wandering around an old part of the grounds no one went to because onse a girl was guynapped in Connecticut and the psycho who stole her decided to sneak onto the campus and rape her, though when I looked into it there really was never any rape, a patroller who was on duty shot the man in the leg before he could defile the girl. ANYWAY, I was wandering around there because I was having writers block and what do I come across? Of course, Ms. Doe, but this time she is lying on teh ground and I can see her and her partner who is sooo not skinny jimmy. No this guy is big, in all ways speaking. He had long blond hair, which by the way clashed horribly with Ms. Doe’s red hair , a big North face parka covering his totally naked totally toned body, and that's about as much as there is to describe since a blanket was covering his ***, though I’m sure that's nice too. All I saw of Ms.Doe was her sex face and her skinny little frame underneath. Of course I could spend time describing them but I don't really feel like it, eh here I give you it... THEY ******, tadaaa! That good enough? Sheesh you people! Hey if you don't like that just picture to bodies then add a freezing January day to the equation subtract clothes, and you know the obvious idea would be to have sex, uh-doyeeeei. No that would not be the obvious reason for all those people who can’t get sarcasm. So yes I witnessed fornicators in the clearing. Though unlike last time I was not entering a room I was tromping about in the dead plants and trees, so they heard, then saw. My first thought was, god this women cannot keep it in her pants! So after a smiling Mark left I decided to sit her down and have un petit cherer Cassandra.
“so” I said in my French accent “this is the second time are you a sex addict geared towards high school guys? Or something”
She looked shocked and I saw her coming up with something teachery to say then she sort of realised she was soo not in the position to be a superior, because let’s face it she was not. Hm
Im going to keep the name grace and make her have the most painful death ever. written by Brooke a better writer than a suck *** piece of **** like you. thanks for the 2 points. And I cant be stuffed reading your question coz the story is probably stupid like you. Dont message me again.
A Quick Critique on My Writing?
1)This was something I wrote, possibly the beginning of a novel, but I'm interested to hear anonymous opinions on this.

2)I've been struggling finding something really intriguing and witty for the opening words from Bill. I don't want you to write it, but some ideas would be great. Anyway.....

I look back at Bill's words a year later and realize even more how they perfectly summed up that evening. He whispered it in my ear during my high school graduation, which was just a total ******* bore from beginning to end. It was held in a convention centre just outside the downtown of the suburb I grew up in. Big deal. They get you into a suit and a tie with a grand looking ceiling and make you feel real old-fashioned. There were hundreds of middle aged parents in there, sitting in folding gymnasium seats, and dressed very much the same,which only made me feel more stuffy and uncomfortable. The place is probably used as some ritzy dancehall floor. It was an arched roof with yellow brass chandelliers hanging from it, the roof was painted gold, and white pillers came down every so often. It was enough to make you wonder about what parties were like in the Tsarist court about 150 years ago, except these working stiffs were nowhere near as fascinating as 19th century Russia.

The only redeeming aspect of that celebration was that we were playing the marching music in my school’s band, and we didn’t have to walk down the aisle in a straight line with a bunch of queer looking navy blue robes and hats which mislead in that it showed intelligence. Bill and I knew that 90% of them were nitwits.

I remember the speech our vice principal gave. Vice Principal Ashcroft, if I remember correctly. Real important guy, or so he thought he was. He must’ve taken up twenty minutes of speaking time that night, filling up the open, gold chandeliered ceiling with the most contrived and convoluted drivel I’ve ever heard. He completely kissed the asses of all the teachers and students and administrative people with a bunch of empty praise that could have applied to Hitler if you thought in the right ways. For us "young adults" he gave a bunch of phony advice in the form of quasi-symbolic, cliché metaphors about how we’re the salt of the Earth, the light of world, and all that typical, pre-written Catholic school crap.

I remember the valedictorian was Krystal during my graduation year. Fantastic grades, probably got the damn valedictorian thing by being the teacher's best friend. She said very much the same bullshit, except only worse because it's always worse to hear a student kiss the *** of the staff than the other way around. Teenagers are supposed to be rebelling, questioning of authority, and daring, and even the stupid ones could see through the staff, who were mostly in it for their own interest. Here was someone who at 17 was already sold themselves out and became a complete and total pawn of the system, someone who would probably recommend cheap asbestos in some overseas sweatshop if she thought it could get her a promotion.

If you judged her as a person from up on the podium, you'd have thought she was real nice and clean, but I knew her in person for four years, and she was about as much of a gossipy party-hardy type as anyone else. I went with her on some band trips with her, as she used to sing backed by the band, and she'd get smashed off her *** at midnight worse than even the notorious drinkers in band. And musicians can handle their liquer, it was no small feat.

But as I was thinking about this I came back to the graduation ceremony in front of my eyes. I kept thinking that if this night was any indication of how my adult life would be, I might as well have put a gun to the back of my shaggy, dirty blond haired head right on stage, blowing out my pale blue eyes and shattering my glasses as all the soccer moms gasped in horror. I smile just thinking about what that would’ve been like. I’m sure even something as traumatic as the public suicide of a young guy wouldn’t deter those control freak helicopter parents from taking attention off of their own guys.
You need to brush up on sentence structure and syntax and write everything in past perfect.

Was that quick enough?

As for my opinion remaining anonymous, you will have to ask Yahoo Answers about that phenomenon.
Alright. i need your opinions. is this good?
Omg I am so madly in love with this guy alright well like the only bad part is that I am loving someone I cant have. And it is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I loved him, no wait, I LOVE him. Like crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. And that is no lie. I knew I was going to fall for this guy when I first layed eyes on him. I loved everything about him; his smile, his eyes, his touch, his scent, his look, EVERYTHING! And then he just went and ripped my heart out. He says he loves this other girl. Hah, I highly doubt that. he hasn’t even met this girl, how could he know if she truly loves him? You don’t know if she is cheating, playing, using; you never know with long distance relationships. So why the **** does he have them? Seriously, those are the most gayest things ever. doesn’t he hate not seeing his so called “dream girl”. I mean whats the freakin point of dating that person when you don’t know if they truly loves you. She says she truly loves him; while I am thinking that is a bunch of ****. He tells her he is in love with her, well how the hell can you say you are in love with someone when you are confused about someother girl. Yeah, that other girl meaning me. Why the hell do we do what we do EVERYTIME we are with each other? What am I? a play toy? A booty call? Is he using me? Let me know now! I need to know these things. Does he think I don’t care? Well I do, like freakin crazy, I care about him so much, why the hell cant he see that? Why cant he feel the same way about me. I mean, there was something there while all that crap was happening between us, I felt hit, he felt it, there WAS something there. He tells my friends there wasn’t, psh yeah right, its either that he is too ******* afraid to admit it, or that he is a selfish little asshole who don’t care about anyones feelings. I want to believe it is the first one, but the sad part is that I cant get myself to believe that. I mean, I seriously love this guy, yeah you may believe me when I say this. Oh why you are too young to know what love is. Well I have EXPIRENCED love! So, stick that in your juice box and suck it. He was the perfect boy, but he has screwed me over way to much. I wish I could just get over him like I could with any other guy. But it is not possible, I have fallin for him one too many times, every time I see him I fall for him, his voice his smile; make me fall so hard it hurts, cuz I know I cant have him! It sucks so bad, she is not right for him, no one is right for him, not even me, he is too perfect, no one can match him, I love him with more than my heart, I just don’t understand why he cant see it. Like, how can he not? What do I have to do for him to notice me? Freakin lose weight, dye my hair bleach blond, get a boob job, well **** you… I am not your Barbie doll, and sweetie, no one will be as perfect as that conceited little whore. He thinks his girlfriend is so called “perfect” like that whore, go right ahead and think like that, but sweetie, its not me that is missing out on this perfect guy, you are missing don’t believe me. Just ask all my friends, they say oh hes a loser, don’t waste your time; he is using you just like the little gay player dude he is, maybe I should take their word this time. I never listened before, I was always like, “oh he likes me” “he would NEVER use me. Well I was wrong about him. But whatever, no matter how hard it will be, no matter how long it will take, I WILL GET OVER YOU!
Whoa, I'm so glad I don't have to go through that anymore. Do you feel better now? HORMONES! Don't say it isn't that, because you wouldn't be human if they weren't raging in you right about now. Life's cruel joke. It's a chemical reaction brought on by the stimulus that excites you about him. Hate to get scientific on ya but that's all it is. If you think about it "Love" is a chemical reaction. All feelings are. We just go about labeling cute names to it. Don't let the chemical reaction turn into one called "madness" cuz you'll go haywire over a dude that isn't worth it.
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Girls with nice asses are the only ones getting yapping from me,gotta be pretty,ain't gotta be a ten but if not be willing to bend over,lucky as a 4 leaf clover when bitches come over,we hit the bed,I get some head,I eat that pussy,she says im best,then we get some rest,30 minutes later,pull out and *** on her chest,ya im kind of a freak when it comes to the sheets but I promise I wont cheat,no minuteman,get with me and ill exceed your plans,need a new man?sorry im too young,but if you're fiendin,ill make you ***,don't underestimate one who's not afraid to retaliate,always got drive to survive,**** so good make a dead ***** feel alive,but how can you be surprised by and irish guy with blond hair and blue eyes,what's my ultimate prize?its that moment when I get right inbetween those thighs.

Just ******* around,more on my profile and some I don't think are good enough to submit haha
Just like your profile name, it is BS.
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Girls with nice asses are the only ones getting yapping from me,gotta be pretty,ain't gotta be a ten but if not be willing to bend over,lucky as a 4 leaf clover when bitches come over,we hit the bed,I get some head,I eat that pussy,she says im best,then we get some rest,30 minutes later,pull out and *** on her chest,ya im kind of a freak when it comes to the sheets but I promise I wont cheat,no minuteman,get with me and ill exceed your plans,need a new man?sorry im too young,but if you're fiendin,ill make you ***,don't underestimate one who's not afraid to retaliate,always got drive to survive,**** so good make a dead ***** feel alive,but how can you be surprised by and irish guy with blond hair and blue eyes,what's my ultimate prize?its that moment when I get right inbetween those thighs.

Just ******* around,more in my profile.
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What do you think? constructive criticism is preferred.?
The dog was fed. The candy-red cabinet I had helped my youngest grandson build; in the garage set out to dry. The wife was inside somewhere in the living room clipping out Sunday coupons and I was standing in my doorway looking out at the street. I remember looking at my watch. It was 10 till 9:00. It was supposed to be 102 today. 102 with a low of 76 and humidity of 18%. At least that's what that blond girl with the extra short skirt on tv had said. I wonder what credentials you need to stand in front of a camera and read the weather? "It's going to be ******* hot today, you hear me? Hot." Hair dye and a loin cloth, I suppose.
I went to my lawn chair. Kicking that creepy lawn gnome over on my way. People these days can't stand a simple yard. No, sir. You have to clutter everything. I guess times are changin'. It used to be a guy could entertain himself kicking an empty can or with a bag of marbles. Now everything has lights and sounds and about a million buttons that I wouldn't understand if my life depended on it. suppose old fossils like yours truly just never adapted. (sigh) Times have changed indeed.

The old man sat down. Under a tree where it was fresh and cool. He momentarily clutched his chest. Rattling the ice cubes in his lemonade, which he held with the other hand. His grandguys liked to pull the skin on his hand. "It looks all wrinkly" they would say. The pain which had been flaring up all week quickly subsided. There, he closed his eyes and quickly dosed off into a deep sleep. The time was 9:03 A.M. It was Sunday the 17th and the strangest day of Mr. Willian Munny's 61 years of life was just getting started.
I really love it. the detail is amazing, the wit equally awesome, and the old man character that is so real i can almost see him. I don't understand the switching of perspectives. it kinda confuses me unless this is a synopsis( the thing on the back of the book that tells u wat it's about) in that case it's great. if not, don't change from first person to third person, it confuses the reader, breaks up the tension, and kinda distracts me from whats going on. i personally prefer when u told the story in first person, it was witty and made me want to read more. i liked the third person, but the story is sooo much better in first. hope this helped, good luck and happy writing.

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