The Beautiful Kind

Jesus, gay men know how to have their sex. I mean, they can look at any scene and make it dirty: a meadow, workshop, classroom, church, you name it. And they go all balls out with it, pumped up muscles, super sized cocks, deep down penetration…

Kinda like the pervy old eye doctor with the lift in his shoe I saw the other day. He asked what I did and I told him I’m a writer. He blurted, “Everything I write comes out filthy.”

Um. “Oh?” I said politely.

“Yes,” he continued, “I can read the phone book out loud and make it all sound dirty.”

What the hell do you say to that? And what if I was just some normal person sitting there in his exam chair?

Anyway, after telling me my left eye was much stronger due to all the “winking at the boys”, he announced my prescription had completely reversed, and how very uncommon that was. Sure, doc. So I went out to the women at the desk and told them to reverse the numbers and basically filled my prescription myself.

Bottom line: I prefer gay men to dirty old docs. They’re easier on my eyes.