I have a little story along those lines. I hope people will take it in the right light for I am a seasoned heterosexual. When I was about 13 or 14 I was invited to spend the night camping out with a few other boys from school. What the hell did I know, I had never camped out, hell our house didn't have any windows in it anyway so I had camped out every night as far as I was concerned. At any rate this one particular guy who was about a year older than I told me that he and I would share a sleeping bag together. I thought nothing about it until about 1 in the morning he reached over and grabbed what little appendage I had been unblessed with. Needless to say, it scared the living s--- out of me and guess what? I froze, I did not know what to do but after a few hours I managed to remove his ( just kidding about the hours). The next day I was telling my best friend what happened and he said " you seem really upset " and I said, yes I am, but that is not what is disturbing me, he asked what in the hell could be bothering me so much, I said, hell, what is bothering me is, it felt pretty good. He like to have fell over. Point being, after that experience, I have always felt there is probably a thin line between straight and gay.
just a twisted thought, like you say, it's the porch,
Voltaire |
