In a nutshell, I am wondering how the heck I got stuck in a nutshell. Unless I've either been shrunk, or some super-mega-prehistoric nut has a shell big enough for me to fit into.
I'm also wondering wonder why we want to willfully write labels for ourselves. I'm not pansexual, or bisexual, or queer, or any of those other labels people seem so quick to slap on their pretty little selves. I'm Tim, from Edmonton. I like things, and stuff. My interests are as varied as they are ridiculous. I wend words in weird and wonderful ways. I practice consensual nonmonogamy.
Sincerely, I strive for silly willy nilly ness, and wanton debauchery. I am not a special unique flower, and I'm OK with that!