During my younger years I distinctly remember words which were spoken that damaged my heart and soul causing me much confusion and surrounding me with a dense fog of misunderstanding. You look like a woman. I was a child, growing up with other children who didn't have a clue as to what those names meant. They were repeating what they had heard. At the same time, I had no defense to combat what had been said.
Words are powerful.
So the tongue is set among our members, spotting all the body and inflaming the course of nature, and being inflamed by hell. One day, in about the eighth grade, I remember writing on one of my books, L.O.B.S., Lover of Both Sexes. A bisexual spirit was trying to take up residency. At the time, I was clueless. I hadn't been with a girl, and wasn't sure I wanted to be.