I would just like to say something.
Men are crazy.
I know, men can easily reverse that claim and say women are crazy, citing long sordid tales of passive-aggressive fights filled with "If you don't know I'm not going to tell you" or "Does this make me look fat?" or other mind-bending jabs. Women lay traps, they're very crafty. But their craziness is visible. You know women are going to say stuff like that. It's all right there, in their neuroses, visible for everyone to see. Men, they seem like they're calm, they act like they're not crazy, they complain about women. But they are insane. It's much more insidious.
I am so proud of the fact that I am a big nelly flaming gay sometimes. I used to get sick to my stomach when people insulted me for being "effeminite." But now, I embrace my girliness with pride. I think I've taken on the good parts of the female species. I feel stronger, able to flip-flop between the point of view of a man, and then a woman. Usually, the woman's point of view wins, honestly.
Because men are crazy.
They seem simple.
But still waters run deep, you know. When you see the waves, it's all right there; but when the water is calm...you don't know what's going on down below. There's usually something lurking.
I hate that.
And the biggest difference? Most women accept the fact that they can be, occasionally, somewhat crazy. I don't know any women who believe they are always handle situations with rational thought. They all know they slip off the deep end from time to time. It happens. But men? They really don't get it. They really think they are never wrong, what they want is what's best. Why wouldn't it be? It's what they want. Why shouldn't they have things their way? And it's there that lies the problem: men are inherently crazy because they don't think they're crazy at all. It's the definition of insanity, really.
I would love to have a round table discussion with a bunch of bisexuals, and find out who really is easier to deal with. 'Cause I say it's women.