A gay and a lesbian kiss - are we now "straight"?

Just this big security guy from the Congo.

Where you come from, where you're going?

I said, I'm walking home - yeah go.

Take me down the Paradise City, where the guys are "cute".

Parents arguing.

They're still alive?

Yes they are.

Sympathy for the Devil?

originally posted by: halfoldman
Well I don't know what happened, but straight couples smooching all around us.

We had drinks and shooters, but suddenly the unmentionable happened.

Looking at each other and next think we're sucking face.

But one moment, she's supposed to be this big Lesbian, and I'm supposed to be this big Gay.

What's happening now - is this natural?

Ha ha haa.. You kissed a girl and you liked ittt....

Let me tell you what happened the other day.

Thinking I'm getting a lift to gym.

Suddenly this car stops.

My dad's amp, I realize.

Everything open now, my mum runs in to tell dad.

He's carrying this stuff, then I see his eyes.

And there is a huge mammal - a wolf a lion.

I'm like, oh my God, I realized what just happened.

I'm like please "don't attack".

Nothing I can do.

So what happened?

Well this massive animal was standing there, with the gate open.

I ran inside: "Mom, mom ...", they run outside. They command it back inside.

That was a pretty dreadful situation.

I was shaking for days.

I'm happy with the animals.

I think mum felt very bad.

It was a mistake.

The doggie has arthritis.

a reply to: halfoldman

WTF are you going on about now?

You're unmedicated bipolar, aren't you?

It shows.

It’s called being drunk. You know how many straight guys get thrown into existential crisis because they do something “gay” while drunk? Give me a break. This OP sounds like some kind of bait, frankly.

a reply to: Nyiah

Maybe, but I think I just got too drunk.

But everybody was.

Yeah, but two different situations.

One last night, and one earlier in the week.

But last night, I drove to the last bar with my "lesbian" sister (well she drove).

But once at this bar I couldn't find them.

I walked home.

That's all that happened.

Because now, as gender politics go, will she claim I "raped" or "molested" her?

A very real fear for men.

But I suppose she cannot, because when we kissed everybody saw it.
It was a mutual thing.
And then I walked home.
And I don't think much could have transpired with a five minute drive from one bar to another.
But probably the right choice to walk home, and remove myself from the situation.

The other situation (earlier this week), there was no booze involved.
Just people mistakenly leaving the gates open (wasn't me), and suddenly this huge German Shepard on the loose.
But luckily that was successfully contained too.
Stress, man - just stress.
But all good.

All's well that ends well.

The second week of January 2019 is now in the past tense.

How was it for everybody else?

Put your chest out and face another year.

No - I don't wanna, I wanna hide under my blanket.

But you have to come out eventually.
You can't just hide and perish.
It's not a choice.

Technically you could hide under the blanket and perish, but I'm getting hungry.

Come out, come out where ever you are.

Remember to practice safe face.
Wear a label.

a reply to: halfoldman

You are the dreaded "straight" now.

Not to the labor the point ... but when our eyes met did you feel anything?

Oh yeah I felt a lot.

All the homophobia and discrimination, and being misunderstood.

It was staring right back at me.
How can you not kiss that?

I wouldn't necessarily like to wake next to her though.
Anyway, just got some watermelon.
Going back under the blanket.

I must say, for a "gay man", you sure make out with a lot of women.

Yeah well, it goes with the territory.

How did it start?

Well, she said: "Feel my muscle".

Pretending to be impressed, I took off my jacket, and said: "Feel my muscle".

It was all a slippery hetero slope from that point.