yknow, i used to be vers. a vers bottom, even. sure, i’d flip fuck every once in a while *crowd raucously cheers and claps* – thank you, yeah, thanks – but the catcher’s mitt was my home turf, know what i mean ? that’s where the magic happened. but nowadays – now that, yknow, nobody wants to work anymore – i happen to be a vers top. that’s how the cookie crumbles, folks. i tried to take it slow, changed my grindr profile to Vers, but yknow what happens when you tell people, when you put it out there to, yknow, these puppygirls and catboys and all them, that you’re versatile, you say you swing both ways, and all they hear is Top. they say there’s a top shortage, right ? *crowd boos and sneers* that’s right. so i don’t even bother anymore. what they don’t tell you, alright – what they don’t teach you these days is that it takes some real vulnerability to be the top. yeah, that’s right. when you’re a bottom, you think, yknow, this is as vulnerable as it gets, right? to have someone inside of me ? *crowd erupts with laughter* but through that same mechanism, the bottom experiences desire internally, that’s the secret. and for the top, it’s external– the top has to extend desire, has to make desire known – to reach out there, hands exposed to the void between hearts, and say: i want you *crowd gasps, shuffles nervously in their seats* and that’s it, folks. that’s all she wrote. tops- topping, from that precipice, is the endless enumeration ofways towant. and that’s why nobody wants to do it anymore.
