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from the livejournal bisexual community:

This is a love letter.

This is a love letter because you don't hear it often enough.

This is a love letter because even though you don't believe it all the
time, you belong in this world.

This is a love letter to every young lesbian who's been told she's not a
real girl until she has sex with a man. This is a love letter to every boy
who's been beaten for not being manly, and to every muscular gay guy who
has looked on in terrified silence.

This is a love letter to the teenage drag queens who get kicked out of
their houses and end up tricking on the streets.

This is a love letter to all the gay kids who think about dying and
sometimes succeed because the world doesn't prize their lives.

This is a love letter to the queer students who live courageously in the
dorms, the ones who've told me the horror stories: the students whom
certain teachers trash in class, the students on whom pranks are played and
whose door decorations are ripped down, the students who risk bodily harm
and the disdain of the a homophobic, gender-policing world in order to
claim their birthright as human beings.

This is a love letter to the lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans kids who are
growing up in families or religions that don't recognize and appreciate the
diversity of human life.

This is a love letter to the LGBT adults like Mel White who persist,
knocking gently and not-so-gently on the doors of their familial and
spiritual homes, saying, "We know we have a place at this table, under this
roof; we belong in this synagogue, this mosque, this church."

This is a love letter to butch lesbians and flaming gay men, a love letter
for every moment of your life when you've braved living with integrity,
looking the world in the eye.

This is a love letter to dykes who walk with that special swagger, and to
gay boys who walk with the special swish.

This is a love letter to the women and men, the drag queens and kings, who
risked arrest at Stonewall in 1969 when they fought against police.

This is a love letter to all those who frequented the small gay bars in
Jackson, Miss; in Bend, Ore; in Des Moines, Iowa, who survived police
raids, brutality and humiliation in order to find more of your own kind.

This is a love letter to the butch women and gay men raped by police over
many long years of oppression.

I love you, my dear queer family, for giving the world your many gifts:
flexibility, understanding, complexity, beauty and courage.

Stay alive.
And stay proud.

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men and women, re: adrenaline (courtesy of etienne)

This answer in and of itself explains a good deal of the interpersonal problems many of us have with the opposite gender. For a male, adrenaline processes out of the body in about 10 minutes. For a woman, it takes about an hour. So you end up getting into an argument with your spouse or SO. A bad one, a real screamer. The male's adrenaline kicks in, and 30 seconds later, he's in full fight-or-flight-mode. The woman's has also kicked in, but is still processing. The male storms out. Ten minutes later, the adrenaline is out of his system, so he comes back to talk. With a woman who is now in full fight-or-flight mode. He gets both barrels in the face and usually reacts with something clever like "Hey, I've calmed down, why can't you?"

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*i* just ate a completely non-squished teacake. yum. :)