I was trying to explain to my friend Nate the complexities of my sexuality (I have this minor tendency to go off on tangents and somehow we ended up on this subject), and I came up with what I think was one of the better metaphors I’ve come up with in a while.
I strongly prefer girls, but I do occasionally like boys. It’s like beer: I’d rather have a domestic, but I’ll certainly have an import every once in a while.
Thankfully, he did not make a crack about longnecks.