Seriously... what is it with gay people? The usuals are so shy they get all blushy when I pose the question of top or bottom. Just for preference, so that I can help them meet the appropriate people.
And then there is this guy... He doesn't even get scared that we go to the same uni, he is flaunting it! Course he has flowing black hair, a goatee, he wears a bit of jewellery (modest amount), expensive clothes, he is the raggedly good-looking type (I'd even get a crush on him if he were my type - I like the tall dark haired ones preferably with a fascinating brain and... well, a hawkish nose... I'm really into the big noses...), and he actually looks too good to be true (depends on preferences), and we just started talking a few weeks before, and there, smash in the face he tells me he's gay. (Big suprise there... I should have known! I mean all those little clues... He complimented my clothes... guys just don't compliment, they stare... around the breasts area.)

Well... can't say I wasn't warned, I mean very few staright guys read Anne Rice novels (thank the gods that Mark is hetero)... And then he starts launching the heavy stuff. He just up and starts telling me how he got is most wonderful masturbation experience while reading Lasher. Ye gods, I did not sign up for this! I mean I'm not getting my kinks from guys masturbating on reading Lasher.
I mean, my trouble is that I barely know him, and here he is, pouring out for my ears his masturbatory experiences... Who the fuck is interested? Ok, he's gay, I have relatively little trouble with that, I would have much more if he were my type, but he only falls in the black haired category, and I have someone else I like anyway.
So, how dare he dropping on me all his sexual frustrations, making me frustrated in the "I want to strangle that tactless idiot" sense in turn?
Yuck yuck yuck, I do not want to think about what masturbatory things Lasher can offer. Definitely not. Oh gods, I think I'll go and throw up.