Article on homosexuality by Robert Kunzig:
http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=pto-20080420-000003&print=1 

“If there is one thing that has always seemed obvious about homosexuality, it's that it just doesn't make sense. Evolution favors traits that aid reproduction, and being gay clearly doesn't do that. The existence of homosexuality amounts to a profound evolutionary mystery, since failing to pass on your genes means that your genetic fitness is a resounding zero. "Homosexuality is effectively like sterilization," says psychobiologist Qazi Rahman of Queen Mary College in London. "You'd think evolution would get rid of it." Yet as far as historians can tell, homosexuality has always been with us. So the question remains: If it's such a disadvantage in the evolutionary rat race, why was it not selected into oblivion millennia ago?” 

For the record, Robert Kunzig specializes in the subject of oceans. This article seems to completely omit incidence of bisexuality. It doesn't clearly define what it means to be homosexual. Most studies will show that an enormous number of men and women who identify as gay will have had at least some heterosexual experiences, and a ridiculous number of people identifying as heterosexual have occasional homosexual encounters. Which automatically screws with these kinds of results. If a boy with several older brothers is more likely to be gay, then what makes you more likely to be bisexual? Being in the middle? In a family where three children are bisexual (and we exist, trust me), what would they count as? Would they be labeled based on the higher incidence of men or women we've slept with? Best two out of three? Is that accurate? If any of them were virgins, how could you determine what their orientation is? So do they get omitted from the results? That would make the results very inaccurate. Not to say that the research is entirely flawed, but the results can be heavily skewed with this kind of omission – at the end of the day, we just don’t know enough about bisexuals to judge this. (Even this article admits that research on gay women is extremely lacking. Queer science has a lot of work to do.)

So how could homosexuality exist in the first place if it's an impossible Darwinian trait, as Mr. Kunzig seems to think? Well, while we're talking about Darwin, let's think about how impossible bisexuality might be:
Bonobos, one of our closest relatives have more than incidental bisexual lives. Their closest bonds are formed with members of their own gender through sexual relations. Both male and females do this, but of course also have heterosexual relations because otherwise they couldn't reproduce.
So how could it help homo sapiens in the wild? Well, let's see, if a female human is left without a male mate, and there were no males about to assist, would having a female mate be helpful? Extremely. Especially considering this: with enough exercise (hunting for example), women can produce heightened levels of testosterone, even so much as to cause physical changes to their bodies, such as muscle growth closer to males, and eventual loss of the ability to menstruate (in more extreme examples).
What about guys? Well...guys are horny. Hornier than girls. Other male animals, such as sheep, have been observed to take out this over abundance of sexual desire on each other.
So perhaps the incidence of 100% homosexual desire in humans is just an unusual extension of a more common bisexuality? But no, how could it? Bisexuals don't exist! We probably just want attention or are in denial.
Kunzig uses terms like “flip the sexuality switch”, which obviously omits any middle ground (despite saying homosexuality in men “appears more fluid.” This just bothers me so much. Bisexual existence is literally being omitted from these studies. Why don’t we count? How don’t we count? I think we’re a pretty significant variable. 

The other day we couldn't get ahold of Erin for about ten minutes.  Brit and I.  And we freaked out a little.   Because we all have mobile phones these days, and we expect everyone to be available instantly.   We're so scared that we're going to lose people. 

Someone just left a voicemail message on my phone. When this sort of thing happens, I feel an overwhelming sensation of dread. Am I really that reclusive these days?

I've just been signing up for classes in the UNT library, and I'm not looking forward to school starting. Although, I did sign up for a beginner's badminton class, which should be...active. Meanwhile I've been trying to think of books I want to read while I avoid looking for a job. I've recently found a love for Teen Fiction in the form of John Green's Looking for Alaska. I really loved this book, having read it in a day. If I read a book in a day, it means it's pretty damn good. It's strange though, reading all these books about the straights. It's like, deep down, they're people too. Hard to remember that sometimes. Luckily I've had Bob & Rose to re-watch, to remind myself of the troubles of queerdom and particularly bisexuality. Plus that show is fucking hilarious.

I hate this school/job thing. I wish I could go to school and not work. I'd be fine with that, I think. This is just so...vomitlicious.

In the last week, as of last night, I have had three nightmares that have woken me up in the wee hours of the morning (which, for me, could be anywhere between 4 and noon), and terrified me so much that I had to lie awake for a while before I regained the nerve to sleep alone.  Now that's reeeeaaally weird for me.  I never have nightmares.  Maybe once a...year.  But my dreams are normally fantastic.  Seeing ghosts and having nightmares...sounds more like my sister.  Or even my brother. 

I'm not really superstitious.  But when you've had to stay up with your sobbing siblings because they're terrified of the ghosts that are haunting them all day and night, and you've been told by them that you once saw ghosts, but don't remember it...then when you're walking through your house late at night and you see a person step out of your bedroom and then dissappear...you get a little creeped out.  I used to be scared to walk around my house because of my brother and sister.  This is a scenario I don't think many people can easily comprehend: imagine someone you love - a sister, in my case - sobbing hopelessly; screaming and dropping things, telling you to be quiet because someone is standing right there beside you.  I love my sister.  I would die for her, because she's my sister and I love her uncontrollably.  No matter what you believe, when someone you love that much is hurt by something you don't believe in, you start to believe it, and you start to fear it.

It's been a while since I've been jumpy in the dark though.  That...trick of the eye a moment ago freaked me out though.  What scares me most, is that I'll keep having tricks of my eye, just spectres in the corner of my vision.  The more frequent it becomes, the more I'll believe it.  It scares me so much that I'll believe it - that they're right there.  I live next to a graveyard, for Christ's sake.

I'm rereading a part of my novel that I must've written like five or six months ago, and it actually made me laugh...TWICE!  I mean, that's really weird that I can re-read something of mine and not think it's just...crap.  That's a fucking miracle.   Maybe it actually isn't that bad?

OH MY GOD THE MAIN CHARACTER OF MY NOVEL IS SUCH A LOSER!  I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!  He's as lame as I was four or five years ago, it's brilliant!  I have no idea if this is good, but right now I'm really enjoying it.

I have Tori Amos songs stuck in my head as usual.  Annie came down from Iowa several months ago and left her vast collection of CDs with me accidently.  I think she's coming back soon...so I'm not sending them back yet.  She has them all on her laptop anyway.  But she has a fairly vast collection, including a lot of Tori Amos.  So I've been listening to the Little Earthquakes CD these last few days, and it just reminds me of how much I don't like Tori.  Which isn't much.  Tori Amos is a very talented woman.  But I bloody hate about 50% of her songs.  But that balances quite well, because I bloody adore the other 50%.  My favourites are generally the ones in which she seems to want to kill herself.  She conveys this feeling beautifully!  But when she's happy...it makes me want to kill myself.  

I've been writing a lot of notes on my novel.  I can't believe it didn't occur to me before to actually give it a plot.  It's like...genius. 

Again.  This would be my third, and hopefully I will actually let people read it this time.  I've been terrified of people getting a gander at...fuck, what were they called...I have no idea.  I think I switched titles a lot for both of them, and now they're on my laptop, which is messed up.  So I'm on my roommate's laptop because she's pretty cool.  
I've already written a bunch of..pages.  Like 20 or something, which isn't too bad considering I haven't exactly...figured out...the plot.  I'm working on that now.  Because the rest of the novel (which right now is called The House Key) is actually on my crappy laptop!  So it's not really available to me right now.  I think, once I've done a lot of work on the plot, I'm going to edit what's been written so far, and find someone to critique it for me.  I have very little confidence in my writing and often give up on a story because I think no one will like it, but then no one ever reads my stuff anyway.  
I used to be quite confident with it, which is embarrassing because my writing used to suck like...to the Xtreme.  That makes me self conscious also, because it means people already think I'm a sucky writer to begin with.  
I so have to go to the dentist, but I don't want to!!!!  I'm so fucking scared of dentists!  There's a weird taste in my mouth.  It's been there for days, and I can only conclude that it is my brains leaking out through the countless cavities I have.  Juuuuust shoot me.