Monday, Jun. 16, 2003 | 6:54 PM

Last night Ivy and I had a discussion about bisexuality�no surprise since we�re both bi-sexual.

It�s interesting�because you get shit on both sides. From homophobic straight people and also from gay people who think you�re wimping out by not declaring yourself 100% queer.

I know that for a lot of gay people claiming bisexuality is a stop on the Homo express�a very meaningful one because it allows people to seugeway and become more confident in their sexuality. And that�s great.

But I honestly am 100% bi. I think men are fucking desirable and I think women are as well. It all comes down to the actual person. My Mom doesn�t get it. When I came out to her she said,

I just don�t understand. I can understand you liking women. And I can understand you liking men. But how can you like both? I mean they�re so different.

Precisely. That�s the point. There�s such a phenomenal range in humankind sexuality wise. Why limit yourself?

Ivy is so beautiful. And so romantic.

Yesterday during our rendez vous I went on a rant (which I am likely to do at any given time but especially when drinking) about Meisner and Stanislavsky and John Guarre and Edward Albee. Part way through it, Ivy interrupted me.

I�m not listening to a single word you�re saying.

I was startled.

Oh I�m sorry�I always go off on these tangents and I�m sure I�m boring the shit out of you.

She said,

No, no. You�re brilliant. I love listening to you. But you�re so fucking beautiful that all I could focus on was how much I want to kiss you.

And then she slid down to the floor and wrapped her arms around me and�

OK enough. I won�t share anymore.

God damn it I like her. I am so in like with her that in a minute or so I think I might faint.