It didn't really matter what we called ourselves though, because everyone knew what the names really meant. Everyone knew they really meant top, middle or bottom. We all knew exactly what was being done. We were being labeled.
It seems that in Canada, where the new thaw quickens the letting down of pantaloons and the lifting of full many a bustle, the youth remain woefully under-informed about the glory and abundant possibility of their burgeoning sexuality.
Hollywood has a vernacular all its own. Among the town's most popular pieces of parlance is "I don't disagree." But is it an affirmation worth a damn or is it just another equivocation on the road to development hell?
The terms "white meat" and "dark meat" are used so commonly today that most people forget that they started out as euphemisms, popularized by our Victorian ancestors, who shied away from uttering the dreaded word breast.