In Praise of Athletic Beauty
It’s six months and he loves me: backslapping, high fives, “Juan!”s…
THIS IS HOMOEROTICISM!!!
(I’ve never really done that.)
I’m swinging a thing, swinging on a thing, thrusting up a thing, jumping on a thing. Four times.
“YOU’RE GOOD WITH THINGS, MAN!!!”
“YEAH I AM!!!”
So take that bag, run with that bag, faster with that bag–the woman in front of me has a nice shape–and Pitbull’s not that bad.