Between hundred watts of staccato burst of laughter, drunken stupidities and an explosion of gay humor, I speculate how many of you have wondered even for the briefest splits of a second if you are homosexual!
I have. When I figured I don’t have conventional girl tendencies I did.
I have had long discussions with my girlfriends about it. Thankfully the predicament didn’t last more than a nanosecond. The Women I know are blazing hot! Not in just a feministically-liberating-men-are stupid-fucks way but in all honesty, the smoothness in the skin, the grace in their semi feline semi monstrous gait, the doe-shaped eyes all sum up to oozing a fanatical sexual vibe. I know for a fact I am not attracted to women. {Come on, I’d rather prefer touching a beardy face reeking a blend of nicotine and cologne than licking mascara off}After hanging out with a bunch of rowdy testosterone-fired-chest-beating geology majors all through college, I sure have learnt what kind of arse is smackable, what is the difference between cute/hot/pretty/ugly/pretty ugly, etc.Often I also point out a random hot attractive woman to them [guess that is why they put up with me, I have a good eye].but that definitely does not mean I am attracted to them
Sometimes I reckon life would’ve been easier if I was one…The emotional, mental and intellectual connection two women have is exclusive only to them.
I know a few of my women friends who have kissed another.I guess it feels like kissing a mirror.In a state of intoxication and the proximity of a icy cold diva with straight hair in a French cut and black make up, there is a far fetched possibility i might to[never have yet had the guts] but there is no way i would want to go home to a woman...
There are times I have been more comfortable and relaxed at dinner at an expensive place when it’s only one of my girl-friends and me than with a semi-pretentious-I-am-interested-in-you-but-id-like-an-aspirin date with a not-so-attractive-boy man.
Unfortunately I am not. I am a total succor for and fall head over heels in love with those things that talk well, have the capability to make my heart’s decisions look like an ethereal mess of complexities, have shoulders broader than the waist and without a doubt a libido and a penis.
