There is a God.
I found out today he is a bottom.
The anaerobic physicist, that is. Not God. God may or may not be a bottom, but I’m not so interested in him.
I want to sing and dance around with joy, but I’m too exhausted from the relief of it all. Because of course if he’s a bottom then it never would have worked anyway, and I can just forget about the whole thing and move on.
I’m sorry not to be more amusing about the whole thing. I’m just so damned thankful that I can’t think clearly.
God is a top, because he obviously likes screwing us around so much.
Surely God must be both a top and a bottom if he’s so omni-present?
Honey, of course he’s a bottom. He’s an AEROBICS INSTRUCTOR!!
well what happens. if he were a bottom but perfect. must we divide ourselves in smaller and smaller groups. and restrict ourselves.
Adam, he dated another aerobics instructor who is a top, so it’s not necessarily six of one, half a dozen of the other. Though generally I think you’re right.
Everyone‘s a bottom. There are no tops in this city, and probably not anywhere else!
(Somebody prove me wrong!)
Can’t one or both of you be versatile? Locking yourself into one sexual role cuts off a world of relationship opportunity.
Ed, most definitely not a bottom here.
I’ve recently discovered the joys of being versatile…and I LIKE it….
Hi Adam~~ *wink* *wink*