You Feel Me?

I've thrust my undersized thumbs into the road. Let go for brief moments when anonymous fingers fished in my holiest of holes. Ridden motorcycles straddling bearded men beneath the desert sky. Crammed five in a microbus but the rapes kept happening. I've borrowed from fresh faggot gangsters forced to pay debts quicker and sweatier than any terms I ever remember. I've looked through the eye of the needle. I watched folks die. Cozied up to the bar with whiskey and enough panache to take your girlfriend for the night. Be the curious first time.