Homecoming actually wasn't all that bad. It kind of worries me that I enjoyed it so much. It doesn't bother me that I enjoyed it, just the reason behind it. Mark went to the dance. He's a really good dancer and singer. We kissed. Tongue. He actually wasn't all that bad. A gentle kisser. Hehe. It's so adorable. Lewis said that I would be leading him on if I kissed him last night. I wasn't really leading him on. I actually wanted to kiss him. I like being with him. See, now I'm all fucking confused again about my sexual orientation and how that fits into the whole transgenderism. Not my orientation, but blah, I forget the word. It's pretty sad though that I would kiss him rather then someone else. The after party sucked. I spent the whole night trying to get away or pretend that I was sleeping that it wasn't really a party. It was more like chase to me. I would have gone home early if it wasn't for me being too fucked up to drive. Ughh. More stories later. I'm going to go take a nap.

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