i think i like this little live journal thingie.. it reminds me in the morning (provided i remember to log off) to at least remind me to type something. The cat’s still here. The water heater is fuct and leaked a bunch of water on the floor, including getting my Mali drum a little damp (the case, anyways, i dont think the drum itself got hurt) and i almost started a fire with a stick of incense that i forgot to blow out. Went to landmark seminar last nite.. on the way started looking at my homework.. and realized that the inquiry i’ve been in the last few days (what is the distinction between bi and bi-curious) really didnt matter, and that what I was up to was denying that i am bi. Then I realized the cost of this denial. denial that goes back to at least my teens.. that there wasnt any chemistry for me towards other men.. lately, i have realized there is, although I can’t help thinkin that it’s at least in part because of the sexual dry spell i am experiencing with women lately.