Never
Come What May
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Sometime around my fifteenth year of life I stumbled upon a poem by Sappho:
Some say that the most beautiful thing
upon the black earth is a company of horsemen;
others say a host of foot-soldiers, others, a fleet of ships;
but I loveth everyone.
Now, I'll be damned if you can find the last line translated like that anywhere else but her words stuck this 15-year-old Never's fancy. I decided to read the poem to my mother, as was my habit, and she suggested I not share that particular poem with the people at school. (Wise, given the previous problems this other habit had brought about)
The conversation that followed ending with my mother saying the only part of it that I remember distinctly: Bisexuals are wishy-washy. (Don't be wishy-washy. Buy Albert's Dishy-washy)
That was when I learned that bisexuals are people who can't figure out if they're gay or straight.
Then I turned 17 and managed to convince a 40-year-old woman I knew online that I was much older than 17. Legal, even. She considered herself bisexual but still flirted with me but became upset whenever I told her she was gay. Her anger was enough to work it into my head that one should never say that someone bi is gay because it's offensive.
From her I learned that bisexuals are lesbians who sleep with men.
When Nora and I broke up (oddly enough, it was around the time she learned my age.) I wandered the web until I began to stalk, ah, woo this other bisexual named Elizabeth. She eventually led me to Literotica where I became immersed in a world of decadence and perversion. Elizabeth identified as a submissive and sent me naked pictures of herself.
From her (and Lit) I learned that bisexuals are lesbians with overclocked sex drives. This causes them to sleep with women and men and to try most every sexual act they can, especially those that involve being tied up and spanked.
As you can image, Never's head was spinning. She had to have one of these bisexual creatures in the flesh. They were like lesbians only they didn't have bad hair cuts! They had sex drives that made men pale in comparison!
Well, as fate would have it, Never did hook up with one in the flesh and she had a nice hair cut and a great sex drive.
What did she learn then? Bisexuals are straight women with overclocked sex drives who BREAK NEVER'S HEART AND LEAVE HER FOR A PENIS.
Oh, I thought they were so wonderful but I had been tricked. These were evil creatures and not to be trusted. If you're out dancing they'd rub against you, until the men looked away. Yes, these bisexual women were everywhere – typically with their boyfriend or husband in tow. The bitches even looked down on lesbians; as if having the rest of society consider you ugly and masculine wasn't bad enough, here was part of the queer community doing the same.
It's difficult to stay hateful for long. I'm good for about five seconds and then I get worn out and need to take a break. In Never's perfect world, everyone would be bisexual. I find my inability to be attracted to men irritating. I also find it charming when someone honestly says they love "the person, not what's in their pants." It's almost virtuous.
Some say that the most beautiful thing
upon the black earth is a company of horsemen;
others say a host of foot-soldiers, others, a fleet of ships;
but I loveth everyone.
Now, I'll be damned if you can find the last line translated like that anywhere else but her words stuck this 15-year-old Never's fancy. I decided to read the poem to my mother, as was my habit, and she suggested I not share that particular poem with the people at school. (Wise, given the previous problems this other habit had brought about)
The conversation that followed ending with my mother saying the only part of it that I remember distinctly: Bisexuals are wishy-washy. (Don't be wishy-washy. Buy Albert's Dishy-washy)
That was when I learned that bisexuals are people who can't figure out if they're gay or straight.
Then I turned 17 and managed to convince a 40-year-old woman I knew online that I was much older than 17. Legal, even. She considered herself bisexual but still flirted with me but became upset whenever I told her she was gay. Her anger was enough to work it into my head that one should never say that someone bi is gay because it's offensive.
From her I learned that bisexuals are lesbians who sleep with men.
When Nora and I broke up (oddly enough, it was around the time she learned my age.) I wandered the web until I began to stalk, ah, woo this other bisexual named Elizabeth. She eventually led me to Literotica where I became immersed in a world of decadence and perversion. Elizabeth identified as a submissive and sent me naked pictures of herself.
From her (and Lit) I learned that bisexuals are lesbians with overclocked sex drives. This causes them to sleep with women and men and to try most every sexual act they can, especially those that involve being tied up and spanked.
As you can image, Never's head was spinning. She had to have one of these bisexual creatures in the flesh. They were like lesbians only they didn't have bad hair cuts! They had sex drives that made men pale in comparison!
Well, as fate would have it, Never did hook up with one in the flesh and she had a nice hair cut and a great sex drive.
What did she learn then? Bisexuals are straight women with overclocked sex drives who BREAK NEVER'S HEART AND LEAVE HER FOR A PENIS.
Oh, I thought they were so wonderful but I had been tricked. These were evil creatures and not to be trusted. If you're out dancing they'd rub against you, until the men looked away. Yes, these bisexual women were everywhere – typically with their boyfriend or husband in tow. The bitches even looked down on lesbians; as if having the rest of society consider you ugly and masculine wasn't bad enough, here was part of the queer community doing the same.
It's difficult to stay hateful for long. I'm good for about five seconds and then I get worn out and need to take a break. In Never's perfect world, everyone would be bisexual. I find my inability to be attracted to men irritating. I also find it charming when someone honestly says they love "the person, not what's in their pants." It's almost virtuous.
