Trashy

I have always been the type who loves public affection and my affection has a tendency to grow stronger with drinking. If I want to partake in a little dirty kissing show, fuck all who have a problem with it. Maybe there is a part of public affection that can be trashy, but I usually try to keep it classy for purposes of harmless, good fun.

I think I let my own rules slide a bit, the night I went to see Ted Nugent with the Big X. We were having such a fantastic time, with drinks flowing, we forgot we were surrounded by a very large, invasive crowd. Explaining a Ted Nugent crowd is impossible to do, as the adjective sleazy doesn't even begin to cover it. These people were straight out of a Texas trailer park, with the missing teeth to prove it. As our kissing began, there were comments coming in from all sides, "Yeah Boy, you go!" There were groups of cheering and support all night long.

Trashy, yes.
Fun, hell yes.

Even with all of this, we were able to have a serious conversation. The Big X explained to me, "I regret everyday that we broke up. I regret that we are not together. I think and worry about you all of the time."

Ironically, he is the only one who had the power to change it.