Name: You can call me Honeybee, it's what I am almost everywhere. I am not Latino, despite what my handle implies. (Melissa is Latin for honey, a bee.) Or Issa, that's what most people call me.

Age: 23

Gender: Female.

Status: Taken, heart by a very sweet man who treats me like I'm beautiful and opens doors for me, but also lets me buy the movie tickets. biggrin

Preference: I identify as Bi, but I like guys more than girls. I like making out with girls, and no not for boys enjoyment (though that's fun, too) but I am a strictly an "above the waist" lesbian.

I grew up in a relatively small town, where my family has been for generations. This has positives and negatives, because everyone knows your business but everyone looks out for you. I grew up as an only child (my 1/2 brother is 10 years older and 1/2 my sister's 10 years younger. He grew up with his dad, she with our mom), so I'm a bit spoiled and self centered sometimes. I love giving stuff to people though. I have a lot of cousins, blood or otherwise. You know the kind that grew up with you/your parents and are therefore family? Yeah, I have lots of those.

I had a traumatic childhood from age 7 to nearly 16. My former step-mom was an abusive b**** . I forgive her for the most part, she had/has a lot of problems. It's not an excuse for her, but I do understand (in part) why she was the way she was. I have, through time and therapy, (my own and "professional") worked through most of my triggers. My fsm told me I was a freak and implied that because I like girls I was A: a pervert, B: a whore/slut C: liked little girls and was a *****. Only that first one's true though (I have a dirty mind, 90% of stuff equates to sex or music or both).

I had my first girl crush when I was 14, and I was admittedly creepy stalker-ish about it. It bordered on idol worship. O.k., it crossed that line by a mile was was CREEPY stalker-ish. For about 2 years. She was everything I wanted to be: Creative, artistic, independent, fearless, beautiful, and strong. She didn't take s**t from anyone. I was a meek little bookwork, underweight and terrified of my house. I was the one that was always picked on, at home, by my "friends" everywhere. It was the year I started fighting back.

I love to read, write, sing (I am not good at the last), make things with scultpy clay, paint things (not paintings, just stuff. Boxes, wooden things, clay, ect.) I have three cats I love to death even when they drive me nuts. I am a fiercely protective person when it comes to people I care about, and that goes up about ten degrees when it comes to my little sister. She's my world, I am like a combo Sister-mom-fairy godmother. I hate that she's an almost 2 hour drive away, so we call each other constantly.

My family (mom especially) views my bi-sexuality as a "phase" and because I have only ever dated men it reinforces the idea. I appreciate women on an almost exclusively physical basis, I have very few girl friends because I've found most women are catty and I don't like mind games even if I am very good at them.

I might post some poetry type things later. You're free to comment on things or PM me if you'd like. Constructive criticisms when it comes to poetry/stories is appreciated, but it needs to be CONSTRUCTIVE, and specific.