Craziest lie I have ever told: I went on a three hour bike ride this afternoon and punctured my leg on one of the pedals as I was walking across the street with my bike.

 

Truth behind the lie: I was exploring old forts and climbing on rocks by the ocean with N and I punctured my leg on a rather sharp rock up a rather steep wall.

 

Why do I have to lie? Lesbians don't go out for the afternoon every weekend with boys. Certain boys. One certain boy. And if any girl went out with any boy, it shouldn't be one she met on the Internet, right? And definitely not a boy who isn't really a boy, but a man, because he is actually nine years older than the girl...right?

 

I should not have to lie. No one would understand if I told the truth. Everyone wants an answer, everyone wants to understand, everyone wants to catergorize. Bisexual? No. Lesbian? How can I answer that? How can I call myself a lesbian when just last weekend I had a cock in my mouth and broke up with my girlfriend, the one whom made me lose my appetite when she pulled up her shirt, the following day? Did it make me feel sick because I didn't find her attractive or because I was so consumed with guilt and shame and disgust...she knew what I had done the following night, and in what order. She asked and I told. I know it hurts her. I'm rid of her though. I thought I would know what I'm doing...and I still don't know.