Dinner at a Thai place. Marco’s birthday. This was the group’s makeup:
Three single guys: Marco, Peter, and Ray.
Two single girls: Katelyn and Jade.
Two couples: Luther and Sven; Nick and Sofia.
As it turned out, Nick was the only straight guy there and at some point Ray said, ‘hey Nick, there’s nine of us here and you’re the only one who doesn’t like sucking dick! Ha-ha.’
Most everyone laughed but Nick just smiled and when they’d stopped he said, ‘How do you know I don’t like sucking dick? Hey? Maybe I like it even more than you do. Maybe I love it.’
‘Oh my God, do you?’ Sven asked, staring.
‘How do you know Sofia and I don’t prowl gay bars on weekends for huge cocks to take home and share?’
‘Jesus Christ,’ Peter said. ‘Do you?’
‘It doesn’t matter what I do or what I don’t. What matters is the assumption. What matters is labeling and pigeonholing. God, you gays are just as bad as the Puritans, Jesus freaks, and conservative bigots. Black and white. In or out. No middle ground. No creativity. No life left to live, only a label, an either/or situation, an all or nothing proposition. Be exactly who you are as long as we can shove you in a box. Always be yourself, but hurry up and choose sides so we can mobilize our troops!’
‘Oh my God, Nick. Do you really love giving head?’ Marco asked, while every other guy kept staring.
‘I’ve said enough,’ Nick said firmly, but a smile had formed on the corner of his mouth. ‘Just get over it.’
Jade looked around the table. Sofia sat head down but was stifling a laugh and it was obvious she had enjoyed her boyfriend’s rant the way she always did. These articulate, opportunistic outbursts were part of Nick’s repertoire; Jade had witnessed several herself, on various topics.
Jade then caught Katelyn’s eye. They both smiled while Katelyn bit her lip. Just yesterday they had confessed to each other how neither much enjoyed the act of sucking dick.
By E.M. Vireo