I do not think that it is morally reprehensible, Gentle Reader, to want to get trashed and make out with boys, from time to time. Unless you’re in a committed relationship, and your partner doesn’t know/approve. And I don’t think that once you go past that point it suddenly becomes some sort of horrific crime against humanity, or something; that’s just my personal comfort level with strangers. I figure that if you’re honest from the start that that’s as far as it’s going, then everything’s golden, yes? A story. Well, a series of vignettes.
Picture it! A late night street during the wee hours following the big-city Pride festival (If you’re unfamiliar, I think of it as Mardi Gras multiplied by Christmas). It was my first such event since I was 18, and … many years had passed since then. After a day of revelry and a night of carousing, my friend (and designated driver) and I were heading back to the car, when we found a little lost frat-boy sitting in a bus-stop, waiting for a bus that was six hours away.
It turns out that his name was also Tyler, so we decided to give him a lift. From that point, we’ll just say it was a good thing that my friend was driving.
A month or so later, I was camping with my household at the Renaissance Faire – you’ll have to get used to a few stories from there – I’ve been going for ten years, and it’s a riot. While setting up our ridiculously lavish encampment, we were a few hands short. A group of young men wanders up, announces that they always introduce themselves with wine, and proceed to do so – another Tyler, and a ridiculously fruity Reisling. As soon as camp was up, well, Tyler and I had Tyler business to conduct, in an incongruously frosty summer field, amongst the long grass.
That autumn, while we were doing one of our infamous Mimosa Sundays down at my favourite bar, the Mix, I heard the karaoke host call me up. As it turns out, it was Tyler Three. We wandered down to the Graffiti Garages (Tacoma has a designated space for legal graffiti art; it’s pretty fantastic), and I still have a cardigan with wet paint on the back, and sleeve. Light blue, if you’re wondering.
While you should always take caution in encounters of a sexual nature, and be ever-vigilant about your protection, it is awfully fun to fool around with someone who shares your name.