It ain’t me who’s on first.
It has been years since I have applied baseball metaphors to my sex life. This is partially because I took great relief in the opportunity to stop pretending I had any interest in women or sports the moment the words, “I’m gay,” tumbled out of my mouth. Mostly, though, I just don’t weRRRq with such a broad spectrum.
A little innocent making out may be satisfactory on occasion. I have conceded to that before. But in my mind – in my bed, on the back seat of my car, outside of the parking structure near GYM bar – there are really only two bases:
Sex and everything but.
Why not? It is humanity’s favorite pastime. And so long as you never step up to bat with out a glove –
PLAY with those balls!
