Still suffering from some laryngitis. My throat is doing somewhat better, but I was pretty grumpy all weekend about it. Really. Ask . She was here, and due to a stressful week and a stressful weekend, I really wasn’t quite in the mood that I wanted company. She’ll tell you how badly I slept last night, and how moody I was this morning, and how squeaky or scratchy my voice was. I really want my voice back this week. Heck, I want it back now. Thank you, for being around today, even if I was a pain about it.
I’ve recently joined Tribe.net at the insistence of my friend Nik Linna. There’s some slam poet people on there, and some fire tribe folks, and currently there’s a relatively small number of people. The idea is that it’s a way to network your circle of friends with their circles of friends, and so on out to the fourth degree. I’m still learning how to use it, but it seems like a good idea. This probably means it’s not a good idea. 🙂 However, if you’re interested in joining, or are already involved there, please let me know, and we can get you signed up or we can link.
Someone asked me this weekend if I was straight, and without too much thought, I described myself as bi-complicated. Of course, I’m currently in a hetero relationship which has lasted quite a while, and I’m very much satisfied with it; and I’d have to say that I’m primarily oriented toward women. But I’m also aware of an attraction to my own gender from time to time, and I’d be prepared to act on it, under the right circumstances, with the right person. Of course, all of this involves so many hypotheticals — being single (which I’m not, and don’t currently plan to be), meeting the right guy, in the right place, at the right time, being aware of attraction, and feeling free to act on said attraction. All of which is to say — bi-complicated, or to borrow Woody Allen’s line, “being bisexual doubles your chances of sleeping alone on Saturday night.”