Indeed

There is a specific scent today, the scent of blustery winds against sixty degree weather. I'm laying on my bed- laughingly disheveled with floral sheets and a solid black quilt. Nothing matches, not even the pillows. My room is lime green, which has always struck me as a strange color to chose. Green hasn't been my favorite color since childhood. Six years ago, when I chose the color, I loved purple. But this green, bright and acidic, hasn't gotten old yet. It appeals to my less than girlie nature, I've never been one for frills or intricacy or pretty details.
My lack of femininity has always been a significant part of my life. Its why I always had little interest in children, and why my friends always tended to be guys. My inability to appreciate chivalry has drawn lines through my relationships, and I can only name a handful where that line was respected, and those are the relationships I can look back on with smiles. The clothes in my closet: Jeans and solid-colored t-shirts, display little or no girlishness at all. In truth, I own one skirt and one shirt with any hint of lace. They are both black. My shoes are covered in mud from the time I decided that sidewalks were terrible, but didn't realize that the ground was so soft that there was a good four inches of boggish coating above the ground. My one set of heels, purchased for prom before being downgraded as "work shoes" (my one skirt served a similar purpose, being bought for a funeral before spending summertime in an office building), are scuffed and broken. Makeup and long hair may be the only definitively girlie aspects of my person.
... the bisexual thing was a long time coming, wasn't it*? :k

* This conclusion wasn't exactly where this post was going... but the realization struck so clearly that I just couldn't bring myself to finish my train of thought.