May 14th, 2003

tie it up

Over sickly sweet liquid, girls talked of sex and I observed the decay of the heterosexual male species. It is quintessential knowledge that gay men possess elements of beauty far beyond that of straights, and so I watched and watched, and I sipped nectar over ice, examining males in their attempt to woo the ladies of the evening. Short skirts revealing slices of legs, crimson hair crawling towards tender breasts – their eyes taking casual stares at the erogenous zones of the female anatomy. Liquor coursed my veins, sweet and thick in a mellifluous manner and I gently drifted in and out of a state of ethereal enlightenment, the soft juices moistening the tip of my tongue.


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