The clock turned to 10. Things were winding down. My brother was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. However, I still had excess energy.
I grabbed one of our sleds I called a Crotch Rocket (it has a handle the right place and size to look like a huge dick) and asked my brother if he wanted to go sledding.
Nope.
Well, no matter. I went outside the hotel myself, and when I walked through the yard to the ski slope, I stopped for a second.
The snow softly falling down, and no one else around.
I ran up the slope about 200 yards.
I sat on the sled, and started down.
Slowly at first, then slowly faster and faster, I rocketed down the hill.
Then I fell off at high speed. Me and the sled went flying.
The snow was hard, and I was not dressed properly. I got snow in my clothes and various aches from hitting a hard surface at high speed.
But so what? That was part of the envigorating part of the experience.
I got up quickly, and got the sled.
And as I did, I thought something.
I need someone to enjoy this wonderful experience with.
I need a boyfriend.

In case you were wondering, that really did happen, a few weeks ago. I wish I just had someone to enjoy life with, and someone who would go along with my crazy urges, like sledding late at night improperly dressed.

In other news:

People have told me T is straight, because he has a girlfriend.
So what? I had 3 before I got pulled out of denial-land.
I just can't imagine him as completely straight.

I have someone I just might have to call Bigot Girl now, as apparently she didn't know of my gayness, and when she found out today, her first reaction was to come to me and tell me how much she hated me for being gay.

The guy I mentioned earlier about being freaked about being maybe bi has calmed now. He's either straight or he's accepted it, and I really don't know which. He thanked me for my help.

In an episode of =3 from Youtube, there was a video of this Christian Rap group who made a song about how you should give hugs from the side, as front hugs may cause you to get turned on. They call it a Christian Side Hug. I mixed that with the Sideboob from Scrubs, and then we started singing about the Christian side boob. Shelby let me poke her on the side of the boob, and when she started describing how the front felt, I nearly gagged XD

I have an uber Christian friend, who's probably my best guy-friend. He's not very comfortable when people somehow mention my gayness in front of him, but I'm surprised at how cool he is about it. He, more than anyone else, is never adverse to a good PokeFight, when other guys FREAK about being touched by the gay guy. He's so cool. We're going skiing next week.

Elementary school children on the bus were calling things gay again, but today something was different. One girl was talking about how her brother was gay. The only thing that kept me from getting a gray hair was that they were at least really accepting. Then they all declared their straightness. I just smiled :)