A good friend of mine recently blogged about the catcalls she receives when walking around her neighborhood. She wonders what the motivation is for the men who do that. I doubt they're all banking on the odds that some day one of the women they compliment will be a hardcore sex addict and fuck them on the spot. So why then? I tried to imagine myself in the men's situation. The closest thing I can come up with was a couple years ago during the Chicago gay pride parade. I was on a float with my friend Jay, and the whole time we flirted and made comments to guys we saw. I certainly didn't expect anything to come of it and of course nothing did. So why did I mime masturbating and fling my pretend semen at attractive young gentlemen while telling them "pretty mouth!"? It was fun. And funny. And like my friend says, it's flattering to a degree. I don't fakejizz on just anyone.
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