Voices say the first time we met up in New York when it was the four of us, had I insisted on having sex right then and there or anytime during the visit without proper accommodation I’d be considered on your eyes, an “animal” and if that were the case then you could and would be with just about any man because we can all fulfill that role.
P.S.
If someone had suggested a place to fuck outside of where I was staying (with my aunt) I would’ve been down to “be an animal” but with the rush of hormones flooding our brains it’s clear to me that both parties weren’t able to think straight. You could’ve invited me back into the hostel, I definitely didn’t have enough money for a separate hotel room in New York.
This is such an odd thing to be thinking about, 17 some odd years later. It’s like my brain hasn’t recovered from that blast of endorphins in 2009, or whatever year it was.