Back when I came out as bi, however long ago it was, I identified as a vers top. For those unfamiliar with the term, it’s where you will both give and take as a guy, but prefer to give. The only people I’ve ever bottomed for were guys who I’ve dated, and generally, I like to take charge a lot more. And when I did swap places for my boyfriends, I never really got much out of it. It was more fumbling on their part when I just wanted to flip them over and pull their hair. With that being how I felt about doing it for someone I was dating, how much do you think I wanted to try it with some rando?
Dating apps were something I was just as narrowly open to. They depress me so, and I have no time or patience for flirting games or taking profile photos of me sipping an Aperol Spritz while editing out my soul trying to escape from my body. But if there’s one thing worse than all of those dating apps, it’s grindr. It’s as close to I’ve seen as the second circle of hell (or possibly the seventh? Any Dante scholars on here?), as the depravity knows no limits. Signing up for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. Almost as soon as I finish my profile, I receive my first message: