She says things sometimes that makes me feel like she's not at all interested in me as a potential romantic interest. She'll say things like she hates it when a friend confesses love to her and so 'ruins the friendship.' But then she'll say that if she likes someone, she'll keep it to herself. And that she's frustrated because we do often keep it to ourselves. So maybe I should tell her. But maybe I shouldn't.

I feel like my time is ticking because this Friday is the day where she goes TO MEET OTHER LGBTQ KIDS and I know she's looking for others and maybe I should ask her before hand or maybe--I don't know!

I have a total crush on her. My goodness. At least my sexuality crisis went quite smoothly. (This does not include the process of coming out... which hasn't yet happened yet. I hope it goes as smoothly.)

Although, just for the record, I doubt that I'm 100% gay any more than I am 100% heterosexual.
And, just for the record, I'm curious about whether there might be a bit of asexuality but maybe not.

She's just so beautiful. And what a darling she is. Brilliant, kind, charismatic! And my goodness, if you could hear her play the harmonica the way she played mine for me last night, you'd have a little crush on her too.

Here's a secret. I just desperately want to share mutual love and intimacy, not necessarily sex, just... intimacy.

A few months ago, I blogged about a dream I had in which I was engaged to be married to a girl named Clare. Clare was the girl's nickname; her actual name was sexually ambiguous.

As it turns out, I met a girl about a month after that dream. Her real name is Claire, and the nickname is sexually ambiguous. She's really cool, and I really like her, but she's in a relationship already. And I'm very happy for her. :)

Funny the way these things happen, though, don't you think?

If you were my keys, where would you hide?

I de-activated my Tumblr blog during exam season and now I've reverted to this blog, which is rather nice because on this blog, I don't re-blog things. I actually write things.

Today, for example, I'm having one of those days where I've dressed up...
and now I don't feel like getting out of my pretty (on sale) dress because it makes me feel pretty!

But I guess I'll change into sweats and a tank and then I can feel casual/comfy/sexy. Maybe.