Very recently, there came a detective into my room and examined the little everythings that sit in it.
She says to me, "I knew you were gay! Look at you hugging her!"
And while the photograph she considered evidence was really just me and my best friend having a good time, I couldn't help but wonder if 'gay' was something to be defined as such.
When a girl, hugs another girl and they smile, they are either of three things: a couple, friends, or one of the them is actually gay and trying to pursue the other.
The agent looks the poster on my wall and goes, "See, you even have that, just stop denying it already."
I really ought to tell her that there is no girl that attracts me or have ever there been a case
Because what I find beautiful and exciting is the sweat of a man's labor and crispy cologne freshly out the box.
There is no question about it
That I want what a man has
And a girl...
She is not what I want.
