Bisexual in AmericaThere is this illusion,That being "bi" is cool.Jumping to a conclusionAbout me is just cruel.I didn't dream this up.I'm not playing pretend.If you call me a slut,It's your moral sin.I'm not bisexualJust because I'm greedy.It's been perpetualSince Elementary.I'm ostracized by StraightsFor being perverted.Shut out by LesbiansFor being diverted."You can't marry a manAnd claim to love women.You have to take a stand.Make a choice. Us or Them?"There's no way to explainWhy I'm bisexual,But the title is stainedWhen deemed conceptual.I'm faced with the same fearsAs so many others:It took me twenty-four yearsTo tell my own mother.Beyond Stereotypes,Disillusions and lies:I stand here before you,Bisexual, Alive.
The Angry Video Game Nerd's Friendship Report Dear Princess Celestia, So I ended up in this world (which looks like a rainbow fucked a candy cane, gave birth to some fucking rainbow candy cane baby, and that baby puked all over the Earth, by the way) weird as fuck dimensional portal or some shit, and, having learned about the "magic of friendship", and I have to say....I don't like it. No, I don't just not like it, I fucking hate it! There's no fucking shitty games here! What a fuckball of shit! How can there be a dimension where shitty games don't exist!? It's fucking bullshit! So, I have to say Princess, that this world is not for me. My life demands shitty games. I'd rather suck down a bowl full of day old sloth jizz than stay one more fucking minute in this piece of shit world. So, all that friendship fuck is nice, but I can't stay here. As such, this letter is less about what I've learned about friendship and more about how, by the time you get this letter, I'll have constructed an interdimesonal time portal to he