When I was seven, I saw two dogs stuck together, spinning around the middle of the cul d sac. Such a racket and hoses unfurled. As the water arched through the air and landing on the two fur-coated arched backs, my mother stood next to me and said, “THAT happens to boys and girls. Don’t d0 THAT to a girl”.
Today I’m gay: probably out of fear. But I later learned that even two guys can get stuck together. I would much rather be stuck together like those two dogs than be stuck together in an abusive relationship.
I wish you were the one standing next to me, explaining the natural fucking that was going on. I probably would have been happy for the dogs.
Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars 
32 Squared