I kissed a dude the other night. I was shitfaced but it is a recent goal of mine to test my boundaries. As an expression to the great awareness that falls under the modest banner of "art" I want to have sex with a man. Now, it is important to note I am not attracted to men. This experiment is "art" because I am seeking to re-define sexuality in our times. I feel that for one to prove they are NOT gay one must prove it.. and in proving it one becomes gay, a paradox, and thus my thesis: A person may have no choice in who they are attracted to, but fuck-all if that matters; in defining things we create walls that do not need to be there--do not label me please.
