I'm Not a Tease

I like to kiss boys. Tall boys. Short boys. Brown boys. Peach boys. Young boys. Cute boys. Surfer boys. Spanish-speaking boys. Argentinian (Argentine?) boys. Corporate-working boys. Dutch boys. French boys. (Oh la la!!) Italian boys. Puerto Rican boys. You get my point. I like to kiss them all ... as long as they're cute. But, "liking boys" should not be confused with "being a whore." Just because I kiss you, that doesn't mean that I want to sleep with you. It just means that I want to kiss you. So, yesterday? Yesterday, after work, we all go out drinking and dancing and eating and laughing and … kissing. In our group, I kiss a boy ... or two. Miguel is from South America. Matthew is an American who lives in South America. Maybe it’s the California sun. Or, the palm trees. Or, the sunny weather. Or, the mountain views. Or, the smell of the ocean. It’s all so intoxicating. I simply had to kiss them. Both. Miguel’s the better kisser. And, Matthew says that I am a tease. I get called this quite often. And, you know who’s fault it is? I’m with Bro on this one: The Puritans. They really fucked us all over. It seems that Puritanical Thought dictates that there are two kinds of people: (a) those who talk about sex a lot and have sex a lot and (b) those who don’t talk about sex and don’t have sex a lot. So, when you’re all talk and no action, you’re a tease because you’re not carrying through on the supposed “other end of the deal” I guess ...