After all, the idea of two people with very different sexual identities and attractions ending up tongue-tied is tinged with the absurd, even the pathetic. In both groups you'll find more who never would. That's not to say that all gay men and straight women-however liberal-do it.
I'd feel more self-conscious copping to this habit of mine if I thought I were the only homosexual male in my set-educated, liberal, sexually exploratory-who indulged.
I'm an out gay man, and I'm ferociously necking with a woman. And then we're kissing-no, we're making out. We shoot it to each other, almost simultaneously, knowing that the moment is coming.
I throw back the rest of my beer and slide the glass toward the bartender. We're however many drinks in-that's inconsequential, really, but alcohol is always motivating-and leaning into each another with droopy lids and grinning mouths. I'm in the early hours of the morning, ponied up to a bar with a few friends, among them a strikingly beautiful, model-tall female we'll call Shannon.
