awkward

Like just about everyone else on this planet, I have a problem with intimacy.  But unlike the majority of the rest, my problem isn't that I have a desperate longing for and simultaneous terror of it.  My problem is that I'm not afraid of it at all.  I've got the longing without the inhibitions.  So I'll happily and wantonly throw it around to anybody who happens to be inconveniently trapped with me at a pub quiz.  You'll complain about your girlfriend, and I'll ask you inappropriately personal questions about your relationship with your mother.  You'll ask me what my weekend was like, and I'll end up giving you disturbingly graphic details about the one time I was attracted to a boy, and what I think that says about my gender identity. I am, in a word, awkward.  But that's all right with me.  I want to talk to people who take pleasure in sharing and exploring personal details with an eye toward self discovery and integrity. The only way to find them, is to make normal people uncomfortable. fair warning.