I’m sorry, I don’t believe in either homo- or heterosexuality. The Nazis put everybody into a box, and I’m flipping the boxes over every chance I get, like the soul-cages kept by the helpful merman.
As a bonobo, I’m convinced everybody just falls in love with whatever’s out there. Society may define us as one or the other, but we just don’t get to say.
A local woman, assuming I was homophobic (it’s a rural area, okay?), was making smarty remarks about gay people. Of course, being a decent human, the moment she discovered not everybody thought that was so cute, she backpeddled.
I leaned over and said, “You don’t want to make fun of same-sex love. You know what the gods are like; that’s about when some cute girl will walk by and you’ll totally fall for her.”
No protest. Silent face-fall. I’m sure she won’t follow up on it and her long-time husband will never find out, but the old farm-wife has at least had a look and a twinge.
Yeah, go ahead and tell me you never thought it at least once. There is some very pretty stuff running around out there and the hormones go where they please.
