From the I’m getting too old for neologisms department comes this bit of carnal knowledge from New York Magazine: (via TorgoX)

«”The interesting kids kind of gravitate towards each other,” Elle had explained earlier. “A lot of them are heteroflexible or bisexual or gay. And what happens is, like, we’re all just really comfortable around each other.”»

I’m pretty sure that my Generation X will be remember most as that generation that fell between the sex-crazied 60’s and the sex-crazied 90’s, who spent their formative years in the fearful shadow of AIDS and Nancy Reagan.

God. Damn. It.