So, the one (Brazilian) visiting Ph.D. student who's in STEM who I know from around town said that (gay) men here suck, and no-one wants to have sex.
He also said that once back in Brazil, in the middle of a (married) man f*cking him, the man stopped and commented that his *ssh*le was nice and felt exactly like his wife's p*ssy.
One night, too, we checked out a few historic local bars on a slow weeknight, and when we were heading back towards the busline that gets me home, I suggested we stop for a nightcap at some bar on the edge of campus that seemed respectable, but actually turned out to be a huge dark concrete-floored room with a picnic table at one end and a picnic table at another, and a small bar, and like $3 heavily alcoholic mixed drinks in plastic cups that small groups of (undergrads) were chugging one after another after another as they clustered around the picnic tables and sometimes migrated between them or up to the bar for more drinks.
And, the undergrads was really just a bunch of (frat) guys and just a very few girls, and some of the guys had arms around each other, and sometimes were occasionally singing to the (electronic) jukebox, very, very loudly.
And, my (Brazilian) acquaintances eyes just got huge, and you could tell he was stunned.
"They are so gay," he was like.
"Yes," I was like. "This is where frat porn comes from."
And, he was just stunned.
When he regained his senses, he asked the (townie) bartender if they were gay.
"Maybe some of them in eight or ten years," he was like. "It takes a while for them to figure it out."
Like a week later, too, my one (Brazilian) acquaintance suggested we go back to that bar again.
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