To Be Outspoken, Or Different At All,

When I Talk About My Husband, I Feel As If People Roll Their Eyes. It's Like When You're 16 And Order A Martini, And The Waiter Says, 'do You Think I'm Stupid?'. They Can't Grasp That I'm Old Enough To Be Married.

I'm Very Confident In How I Project My Personality.

I Like Believing. I Believe In All Of These Irish Myths, Like Leprechauns. Not The Pot Of Gold, Not The Lucky Charms Leprechauns. But Maybe Was There Something In The Traditional Sense? I Believe That This Stuff Came From Somewhere Other Than Peoples Imaginations.

I Think People Are Born Bisexual And The Make Subconscious Choices Based On The Pressures Of Society. I Have No Question In My Mind About Being Bisexual. But I'm Also A Hypocrite: I Would Never Date A Girl Who Is Bisexual, Because That Means They Also Sleep With Men, And Men Are So Dirty That I'd Never Sleep With A Girl Who Had Slept With A Man.

Even When I'm Trying To Be Straightforward And Honest And My Comments Are Innocent, Inevitably They Get Turned Into Something Sort Of Salacious.