A Heterosexual with Issues

According to Ted Haggard's recent interview with the LA Times, he is a "Heterosexual with Issues". Well, Ted, that makes two of us.

We're taught by our parents, by our friends, by the media, in schools, and by the church, that boys like girls, girls like boys, and a few girls like girls, a few boys like boys. We see evidence of heterosexuality and homosexuality, but very little evidence of bisexuality. We are told, subliminally and overtly, that we can't have it both ways, we have to choose. I think that's bullshit. I think they're envious.

I love men. I love all the things about men that every straight woman and gay man on the planet does. I love that most of the ones I seem to surround myself with tend to be laid back, smart, and play video games. I love the sex. I love the sex. I was even engaged to one, once.

But I've been attracted to women all my life, too. I love the strength and resilience of women. It's admirable. It's well-earned. I find them just as beautiful, sexy, and alluring as every straight guy and lesbian on the planet.

So where does that leave me?

I'm not a "heterosexual with issues". I'm a fucking bisexual. Always have been, always will be.

And so are you, Mr. Haggard.

Congratulations, Mr. President

Before the real work begins today, I would like to dedicate the following to Dick Chaney:

You Say You Want a Resolution...

Dear 2009,

Please be as amazing a year as 2008 was.

Please let me keep my close friends closer, and collect a few new ones along the way.

Please let me find a way to co-exist with my Dark Passenger. I can't stress how vitally important this one is. I don't really like to talk about my Dark Passenger with anyone, but I need this. I really need this.

Please let me go on more amazing adventures and excursions.

Please let him be as good for me as I believe he could be, and please let me not be afraid of it. I know the fact that he already knows my Dark Passenger (though he hasn't truly met her) and doesn't seem to be afraid of her is a Very Good Sign, but I'm still scared. Please let me find a way not to be.

Please let me be more open about my Dark Passenger with others who have one as well.

Please let me find a way to be fearless and selective at the same time.

Please let me find a way to repair friendships that have been damaged because of my own fuck-ups, especially with Rachel.

Please let me find a way to be Calm, Centered, and Focused.

Please let him be happy. I want nothing more than for him to be happy, even if I'm going to be playing a less active roll in his life than I would like. He is the very definition of a True Friend.

Please let me find the strength and courage to do what I need to do and get done what needs to get done.

Please let the Giants continue to have a good season (and next season as well), and to NOT make stupid draft choices. SAY NO TO TIM TEBOW. I know he isn't entering the draft this year and I don't care how good a quarterback he is, I don't want a fucking Gator Graduate throwing to my receivers.

Last year was a good year. Let's do that again, except that one thing. Shall we?

With Cautious Optimism,

-Jennifer