((((ozzie)))) ((((serenity))))) Thanks

ozzie... i'd love to have you as my friend. I feel honored.
Serenity... thanks for the affirmations. This morning I am in a place that I can accept them better. I finally had to knock myself out with a couple of drinks last night and go to bed early. not the best coping mechanism, but better than the other alternatives I had in mind to relieve pressure. Venting the negative did help temporarily. I think it was better than bashing my head... still... it's along the same line of coping as bashing my head would have been. I don't have to walk around with a bruise on my forehead at least.

They call undattractive and desperate women who hang around with gay men, faghags. It is becoming apparent that if I hang around in my friend Mark's world, I will be labeled a faghag. It's an attrocious label. I just learned of it myself and was appalled. Then I realized I fit the mold and do not want to wear that label. I hang around a lot of gay men.... not because I am hopeful to get them for marriage, but because I just seem to have a pattern of being best friends with people in the gay community. I have no idea how it happens. I have a theory though. All the men I pick are safe and unavailable. If they are available to me, I am frightened.

OK... so much for that topic.
Thanks for the affirmations. *HUGS*