Flag *this*.

I have been waxing paranoid about the new "flag?" button all day. Another Blogspot user wrote, "I personally like the part where they say to keep in mind one person's vulgarity is another's poetry...I don't think a nude picture would fall into that category for the general open minded, normal individual..." Thing is, those aren't the ones I worry about. It's the closed-minded, hostile individuals, some of whom I've run into on Blogspot, that I worry about. And then there is the stuff I *say*. I never meant this blog to be for little kids, or anyone's idea of "family-friendly." I'd file it under "adult" if there was such an option. Instead, I and everyone else will be subjected to the sometimes dubious "wisdom of the crowd", and not know who complained and why.

I said it often in my sociology classes; I'll say it here. Groups are bodies and individuals are cells. Not all the cells are trustworthy. There are certain kinds of cells that I don't need anywhere near my part of the body Blogspot, because they only seek to attack. The thing that sucks about a live-and-let-live philosophy of life is not that you yourself have it, but that others don't, and the ones who don't tend to want to control the ones who do. They see a pair of shrugged shoulders as a doormat that invites them to trample all over.

Damn. You'd think I lived with a person whose dominant personality style, according to the Personality Self-Portrait, is Vigilant. It's rubbing off on me. :-) On with the rest, while I can...

For some reason, I've been coming across this irritating idea in various places online for the past few days: "Bisexuality expands your dating pool." Or, "Bisexuality guarantees you a date for Saturday night." I think that's complete and utter bullshit. Just because you aren't particular about gender doesn't mean you aren't particular at all. I know I care about things like intelligence and original thinking. I have preferences for dark hair (or dark stubble and eyebrows ;-) and short people. And there are a million other preferences. The only way I can understand exclusive gayness or straightness is to think of gender as another preference. Just as some other people will prefer blonds or tall people, they'll prefer one gender over the other, and good for us all that someone out there likes what we bring, right?

Of course, just because we have our preferences doesn' t mean that the people we like will like us back. Quite a few exclusively gay, lesbian, and straight people won't date bisexuals. And even if our crush object has no problem with bisexuality, we might just be too nerdy, or too needy, or too fat, or have bad skin, or like the wrong kind of music. Bisexuals are different from both gays and straights, but we also have a lot in common with both communities. We are different from both because we are similar to both. Our dating pool is just differently shaped; it's not bigger.

Woody Allen can go piss on an electric fence. There was no truth or humor to that statement back in the Seventies, either, I'm sure.

Some readers may think I'm being unnecessarily bitchy. No, the bitchness is necessary. I practiced for the belly-dancing competition I've got coming up this weekend and strained my *hip*. OWOWOWOWOW!!!! My lower back hurts, too. I'm going to need a massage or two before this is over. And I'm probably one of three people in America who doesn't particularly *like* massages, too. Also, Aunt Flo has parked her suitcases and started unpacking. Bitch better get packed up by Saturday. Last year, when the fibroids were kicking my ass, I had the option to get a partial hysterectomy--that is, keep my ovaries for hormones, but get rid of my uterus. Every month, for a few days, I feel extremely stupid for not taking my gynecologist up on that deal and getting a myomectomy instead.

And I hope I can post things like that when I need to.