112112 #human #bunny What if it were not about sex, but love? What if it were not about sex, but love? What if it were not about sex, but love? What if it were not about sex, but love? What if it were not about sex, but love? That's the part I always forgot. I get the gay freedom feeling, and I dance around with it for a little while feeling powerful and free and full of music and honesty. Then I notice that I still like looking at women and I still have some of my old weird fantasies. It morphs into fear that I'm not allowed to be gay; my gay card will be revoked. I try on bisexual but it just feels hollow and pointless. So then *I* start to feel hollow and pointless, and about this time is when I start to recall the hips-moving, free-dancing, blue-sky-with-towering-clouds, Duluth-Minnesota feeling that I had, back *ages* ago it seems by now, when I said "gay." And then I wad the whole thing up like a bad rough draft and stuff it in my colon for another 10 years or so. But not this time.