“We’re not really different from you [straight people], we just want to love a different person. And even if we are different than you, well fuck off; you’re fucking different as well.”
Eloquence, y’all. In it’s tipsiest form.
WHATEVER! SHUT UP! The message is still there:
It gets better. Really and truly, it does.
Failing to move your car in time for street cleaning: $60.00.
Reason being the reception of an 8 a.m. rim job: WORTH IT.
Rosebuds are red,
but your balls will NOT be blue,
– every night –
you at least
No one says, “Let’s go all the way,” anymore.
Well, actually, I’m sure there are a few thousand 15-year-olds standing next to their boyfriend or girlfriend’s locker, fumbling to articulate that suggestion right now.
For those of us a decade or more past puberty, however, doing it is the expected conclusion to most dates and an integral compOnent to any healthy, romantic relationship.
Still…there will always be an inherent sweetness to the phrase, a youthful excitement to which harking back, on occasion, may serve to maintain our appreciation for adulthood’s greatest perk.
So let’s all give it shot, yah? And dust it off the next time we’re in the heat of foreplay. Something like:
“I know I’ve been rimming your asshole for the last 30-minutes, so I’m all but certain that you’ll agree, but…let’s go all the way tonight!”
sometimes it’s just
you attempt to make out with a boi,
a man you hardly know,
and – oh shit –
he moves his lips
But it does
that he won’t stand still
One day he may.
And until then,
there are PLENTY
with whom to share.
Share your mouth.
Share your body.
Share your heart.
there are plenty of others.
Others with whom to play,
say I love you.