Slut TalkI can’t honestly say why I took coffee with Phil every Saturday morning at the university’s sidewalk café on the quadrangle. He was a friend, but not an especially close friend. Don’t even remember how it started. I didn’t particularly enjoy slut talk, and that’s what our sessions inevitably became.
Let’s think about that a minute. That’s what I did once every weekend of this entire semester. So maybe I was into that kind of s**t more than I thought.
Phil was shunned by most of the student body because he was effeminate. That turned off some people. A lot of kids called him Philomena…sometimes to his face. One man’s macho is another man’s come-on, I always said. And the same was true for the other side of the coin.
I wasn’t quite so obvious, although some of the footballers cal
