I met someone the other day who kisses girls for fun. Not a guy, but a girl. I know, I know, there is nothing special about that. Lesbians comprise 10% of the adult female population (please don't look this up; it is a wild-assed guess). But this woman insists she is not a lesbian.
I once found a definition about lesbians I once liked. Something like "a lesbian is a homosexual woman. Lesbians are sexually and romantically attracted to other women. One could argue that one is not a lesbian (as a noun) but lesbian (as an adjective). This would depend on self identification, and is different for most lesbians/lesbian women." Definition provided by Wikipedia, and meant for Prata. He is all over definitions.
Oh, and the woman wanted a kiss. This troubled me for two reasons – (1) I thought I no longer was giving out my slut pheromones, and (2) how did she know that I have kissed another woman. I was a little freaked out, and I said something like, "I don't kiss women. I am happily married." And then I wondered if my past was following me. I really wondered about that. You know, you do sexually deviant things in the privacy of a guy's car, and you think it is left there on the car seat, with the used rubber and the cum stain. Okay, that last sentence was for effect. But still, when do you stop being who you once were.
See, to me kissing is cheating. Not a peck on the cheek to someone from Romania who greets people that way. But when you are using tongue, and you have to resist putting your hands in other places, it is cheating.
Getting back to women – I think women look really good kissing one another. You know, when I was surfing for porn the other day, the hottest pics were of women kissing one another. On the lips, and not their lips down there. Just joking about surfing for porn, but you know what I mean. "Women kissing" is erotic, probably more erotic than when couples kiss, unless the man is Orlando Bloom. And you are the woman kissing Orlando Bloom. Yummy. You know, everything good makes its way back to Orlando Bloom. Can you tell I am in lust? Er, love.
I got an email yesterday, saying that I was "most likely to be contacted on August 31, 2006, from Blogsinspace.com.
Here is what I think. Bloginspace just wants me to buy something. But just in case, if I disappear after August 31, 2006, I may be in space, on some cold aluminum table, being poked and prodded by a space alien who looks suspiciously like George W. Bush. I know, too much information. Perhaps they will want me to kiss space alien girls. Or Orlando Bloom. I can wish.
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