Ah.
So, a crazy bartending story.
I used to make out with this girl's straight ex-boyfriend [not pictured].
[The guy in the photo is another fellow 'mo I knew.]
How did I meet homegirls ex-boyfriend?
Somehow, one night when I was working the floor, we became ensconced in a conversation where tattoos came up.
He showed me his Marine tat, and another tat.... that he had on one of his arse-cheeks.
[Hubba hubba.]
Liquor being the social lubricant, and me being a hoochie-with-a-kissing-problem, [just ask
Helen], I asked if I could make out with him.
She, and he, were totally OK with it.
So, of course I did.
And he was a great smoocher.
And a hot as hell ex-Marine.
[This is back in the day when I had straight-boy Mojo.]
Anywho, any time they would come to the club, I would always make out with him.
He was totally down with it, and we would all have a laugh about it
Eventually, I started to feel guilty for this, so I asked her if she was still cool with it.
Her words exactly:
'I don't care if he makes out with a guy. I only care if he makes out with another girl.'
[!]
At the time I was relieved, but also was kind of perplexed.
I had never known a girl who would be OK, with her beau making out with a dude.
Eventually, over the tenure of bartending, I came across various hetero/homo-flexbile arrangements that showed me that sexuality [at least when drugs and acohol are involved], is very fluid [pun intended].
In the end, I always knew he was straight.
We'd make out, and a little 'over-the-sweater action', but I knew it wouldn't end up in coitus [can 'mo's use that term?].
The experience with him, went on to further embolden my belief that just because a guy makes out with another dude, it doesn't make him family.
[Just ask my friend Sara about the other adventures of Kissing-Problem-Boy.]
Thank god for the hetero-flexibles!