At the end of this summer, I went out for ice cream with the one (gay) (Brazilian) (STEM) post-doc who I know from around town, as well as a newly-arrived (nerdy) (worked-out) (STEM) (Brazilian) who’s there on an academic exchange and who he knows from his lab back home.
And, he got to telling him about a recent concert here in the States, where he was in the front row for this famous (Brazilian) drag queen pop singer Pablo Vittar, who kissed him.
“Wow,” the (nerdy) (worked-out) (STEM) (Brazilian) was like.
“And now for the rest of his life when he kisses someone, it will be like Pablo Vittar also kisses him,” I was like.
“Yes,” said the one (gay) (Brazilian) (STEM) post-doc, approvingly, in his cat-like voice that many (Brazilians) have.
“And,” I continued, “Whenever he eats ass, it will be like…”
“Hey!”, he was like, to the laughs of his (nerdy) acquaintance.
Later, too, he was talking about how he met up with someone from Grindr who was into puppy play because he wanted to see what it was like, and it turns out that he was just like a normal guy until they started fucking, at which point the guy squatted down all spindly-like on his legs and started thrusting and whining like a dog would.
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