"I'm a bike. Bicycle. Bisexual." (off a PULP magazine comic strip, apologies to Oliver Pulumbarit)

I've told a total of three people about this, and all of them were freaked out. I don't blame them. I was pretty freaked out at first. I mean, dreaming about kissing a girl is one thing. Dreaming about it twice is downright peculiar, for someone who professes to be straight.

I'm lousy with dreams. Half the time I forget what I've just dreamed of two minutes after waking up. As for the other half, I usually tell myself I'm dreaming right when I'm in the best part of the dream, which, as you can probably guess, takes all the fun out of it.

Most of the details of my controversial dreams are fuzzy, but the upshot of it all was that I was making out with two girls (one at a time, of course) I didn't know. I forget what the first one looked like. The second one had long hair and almond-shaped eyes. I remember thinking she looked a lot like Maxene Magalona. That was strange, because I didn't find her very attractive.

I woke up with an odd taste in my mouth. It bothered me, yes, but I didn't really question my sexuality even after the second dream. Everyone was essentially bisexual anyway.

I have kissed one girl before. I've kissed my friend Ella about two or three times. Lips, yes, but no tongue or anything. Ella's straight, too. We kissed in front of everyone, just to prove we had the guts to (and to give people something to talk about). Our sexuality was never in question, though. We would much rather have guys.

Hang out with my college friends any given day and they'll point out to you the girls I have "crushes" on. That girl from my Comm 141 class, a student assistant at the DSCTA (the one with glasses and sausage girls). I find several girls attractive, and the thought of a naked man never did seem appealing to me. My gay friend Ian and my ladies' man friend Bien call me a lesbian, but that's all in good fun. Christian seriously thought I was a lesbian for a while, because he's never known me to be attracted to one guy for long (well, after Charles). I've considered pretending to be a lesbian just to scare off guys I didn't like. I've never actually considered having a girlfriend, though, and I'm sure I'd much rather bang someone with complementary genitalia, so I'm pretty comfortable categorizing myself as heterosexual.