This is a conversation that I had with my gay friends. They are this short figure skater beefy guy, the thin geeky cute waiter at Dunkin Donut and a pharmacist who has a perfect poreless skin. I'm myself back then was an average salesperson Joe and I'm kinda a bisexual... even though I'm not sure.
Thing about my friends is that they are sure about what they want and what they don't like and even though I often said that I'm opening myself for any possibilites, actually im so jealous of people who already knew about themselves.
That night, it was really late, maybe 2 in morning, we gathered together in a 7/11 minimarket. FYI, in my country, Indonesia, this 7/11 minimarket has benches and tables so people can hang out with boring friends and or doing some transactions and all that under its canopy. My friends and I were just slurping slurpee, sipping lattes, exchanging gossips of what had happened the past week and I was not smoking even though I wanted. There were lots of hotshots who came to the minimarket that night. One of my favorite reasons to hang out there was it. All these collegues guys who rent houses and rome around the area are handsome and they usually came to the minimarket only with their sport shorties which, you know, make their cocks line visible. I like to see those lines and bulges.
"Stop staring," warned the pharmacist to me while I'm eyeing this hot chinese guy.
"That must be a really cute dick, I cant barely see the bulge," I told them and we bursted into laughter.
We then talking about dicks and how amazing dicks are. But it got me thinking, since I'm a bisexual myself, I should talk not only about it. I have to know more about womans organ too. The vagina.
"So, how about it?" I asked them.
"It what? I don't wanna talk about it," said the skinny Donkin Donuts waiter.
"I don't mind," said the pretty pharmacist. "I don't mind about it. I wanna see it live."
"Do you wanna touch it?" I asked him.
"Yes, I wanna play with it," he answered. He was versatile gay. "Just curious, is it like them in porn. I wanna get the girl horny and screaming oooh oooh... I just wanna try to do it with girls!"
"That's really disgusting," said the macho figure skater.
"What's so disgusting about it?" I asked him.
"Vagina is disgusting. The reason that I'm gay is that VAGINA IS DISGUSTING!" he answered me.
I exchanged look with the pharmacist.
"Why disgusting? Men like it," said the pharmacist.
"What men, we are men," said I.
"You are not man."
"Don't start," said me with a grace of a princess.
"Straight men love vagina," said the pharmacist. "If many men loves it, so it is not disgusting..."
"Straight men loves disgusting things!" said the macho figure skater. "You know what I feel about vagina? IT IS EWWWWWWWWWWW!!! I can't describe it. It is really complicated and you know what! It has wings! Vagina has wings. And they flap! What so good about that! That's disgusting!"
"Don't forget it gets wet too..." added the pharmacist.
"Ew... that's why I don't like girls. Because they have vagina. I don't wanna get to close to them," the figure skater concluded and seemed to don't want to continue. It is ironic because I know many girls really liked him.
"I think vagina is ok. I think it is ok if they cut the wings," I said.
"Do they cut the wings?" asked the skinny Dunkin Donut waiter.
"I think they do." Im not sure though.
"Yeah, but you never tried it. Do you even wanna try?" asked the pharmacist to me.
"Yeah, sure." But I'm not sure.
"What to do with a vagina?" asked the skinny waiter.
"You meant if you have one?" I asked him. "You have vagina envy?"
"No, if you are in front of it."
"I think if you see one, you have to put underwear on it." I said. "Don't let it too cold."
"I think you have to play it with your fingers, two fingers at a time..." said the pharmacist. "Women like it."
"Ew, that's nasty!" said the macho figure skater. "I want all vaginas to be disappear from earth. And men only live here."
"Then how you gonna reproduce?" I asked him.
"We're gonna find a way," he answered.
"Where do you put the fingers?" asked the skinny waiter.
"There are holes, you moron!" answerd the pharmacist.
"They have two holes," I added.
"How do you know?" asked the waiter.
"Of course it is obvious," I didn't recall from where I know.
"Which hole you put your fingers to?" he asked again.
"You have to try both... if the girl seems to like it, it means the right one," said the pharmacist.
"Vagina is a factory," said the skinny waiter.
"Indeed, we have to destroy it before it gives birth to many other vagina." Said the skater.
"You were born through it, stop talking bad about it." I told them, I like to be this preachy preachy while in fact I actually don't care. I just like to be the other conscience when other are the opposite direction.
"What do you think about vagina?" I asked the skinny waiter as a final question. He was last to be asked.
He sat in silence for a moment, then said: "I'm afraid of it."
We are all.
