I told him that 

Honky Tonk might smell like meat.

When I pass it on my bike

(The black-and-pink one

He gave to me

When mine got stolen)

I see signs

That say

"We loooove pork!"

He said it wouldn’t.

It did.

We talked about horses

And cowboys.

Later he took me to his friend’s house

Where a bunch of kinksters

Were getting to know each other

Over wine.

They were the most lovable creatures

I’ve ever met,

Which I didn’t expect.

When people feel accepted

For what they are

There is no need for anxiety

Or games.