Intoxication: Tequila, Red Horse, and Queer

Oh God, what had she done? She remembered she made a decision to be a very liberal woman, trying out men like they were different flavors of ice cream. But those were men. Men.

She turned sideways, saw his delicous body succumb to sleep, and wondered what he was thinking when he drove into the motel.

They met up at a bar earlier tonight. The same bar where they first met through common friends. Her closest girlfriends. She remembered how intoxicated she was then. How flirty she and her friends looked as they danced by their table, like there was no tomorrow, and like they were the only goddesses of this world. They really didn’t need to try hard, she and her friends. They were eye-candy enough. But there was another girl with a cute guy. And she and her friends were whispering about how the guy lost out with the girl who had lumpy legs. They were convinced they had to save the guy. Even just for tonight. So they danced a whirl of flirtation. And bid Hera to understand their mission.

Then another, smaller, normal-looking guy in a black shirt came up to the guy and the girl. And kissed the guy. She and her friends were shocked. Whispers around. The girl suddenly had to go. The two guys were left, and they were whispering among themselves. The guy in black then turned and both her girlfriends laughed. He was their wedding gown designer. They waved and he came over. He was the coolest and cutest (well, ‘pwede na’) all-the-way-out queer Tiana had ever met, and she was mesmerized. Yes, he spoke barok english, but who cared? Tiana was having fun. This queer knew how to dance. And had the packs to prove…Oh, Queer as Folk, at last you are true.

She was drunk. The two guys joined their table and ordered a round of tequila. And another one. And then Red Horse. Whoa, Red Horse, she initially thought. But she marveled at how it didn’t taste so bad once you were tipsy. They all danced the lovefest in the middle of the floor. One moment, she was facing her friends, the next, she was facing the cute guy. The cute guy turned out to be a wee bit younger than her though. Not good for relationships, but very possibly good in bed. She made a mental note as she gave him her number, and then she was pulled the other way, and was suddenly sandwiched in a bump and grind between Mr. Cute and Mr. Queer. God, they felt good. Oh man, she was intoxicated. He was gay, for God’s sake. She shook her head, and looked directly in Mr. Queer’s eyes.

‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were all man.’

‘Try me,’ was his comeback, with a naughty gleam in his eyes. Or maybe that was just alcohol that made her think that.

She got home safe and sound that night, dignity still intact, but hot, heavy bubbles-in-mind as she dove into bed and slumbered.

She was not as lucky now. Or was she?

She and her girlfriends were supposed to meet tonight, exactly a week after that surreal experience, with the two cute guys again. But for some weird galactic reason, both girlfriends cancelled at the last minute, and so did Mr. Cute. She was in the mood to drink, though. A symbol of the past had shown itself today, and all she wanted was alcohol in her body to drown out her mind. And so she met him. The next thing she knew, it was approaching midnight, Mr. Queer had suggested going someplace quieter to talk, and they were getting into a motel.

Oh God, that happened so fast. But wasn’t he gay? The voice? The gesticulations? The pictures in his phone? But tonight, under the sheets, no words, no gesticulations, no faces. Just bodies intertwined and united in carnal desire. Yes, he was all man. He didn’t get as hard as she would’ve wanted (she supposed it was because he didn’t use it as often as normal men did) but the motion of the ocean was magnificent.

Her cigarette finished, she rang the front desk for a cab, and five minutes later, was safe and unsound in her shower, eyes closed, remembering the salts of the night.

Body against body, Hera's smile silently bid her welcome as she turned the lights off and slid into bed, naked.