Page 147 of Dance of Defiance
The Stag rolls his neck. “I’mnotcoming out. I’m saying we’re all?—”
“Kindagay?”
“Were you dropped as a fucking child?” The Stag mutters at The Wolf. “I’m saying there’s a spectrum. Some people are very far to one side, some are in the middle, and others lean hard to the other side. I get that you’re straight, relax.”
“And you?” The Wolf throws back.
“Mostly,” The Stag shrugs.
The Wolf glances quickly at me, then back to The Stag. “Mostly? You’re saying you’re bi?”
“No, dipshit. I’m saying that even though I’m straight I can still appreciate the attractiveness of men, at least on some level. It doesn’t mean I want to fuck them, but I can look at someone like…I don’t know, Brad Pitt…and appreciate that he’s an attractive dude.”
The Wolf takes another sip of his drink. “You know how I know you’re gay?”
“Jesus Christ,” The Stag mutters under his breath.
“Because you just said you were gay for Brad Pitt.”
“I can’t with him,” The Stag growls, looking at me and jerking a thumb at The Wolf.
“The hell are you three talking about?”
The Hound walks over, his perennial dark, psycho energy swirling around him like smoke.
“Sexuality being a spectrum,” I tell him.
The Hound stares at us blankly and then shrugs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Stag here was telling us how he’s bi for Brad Pitt.”
The Hound shrugs again. “I mean, he’s a good-looking guy…”
The Wolf looks up at him. “Well, fuck. Now I’m curious.”
“Excellentchoice of words,” The Stag mutters.
The Wolf flips him off and then looks back to The Hound. “Hang on. Are you sayingyou’reon that spectrum too?”
“I think his point is we’reallon that spectrum,” The Hound growls.
“So… You’d fuck a guy.”
The Hound’s head tips slightly to the side. “Probably not.”
The Stag nods at him. “Okay, what ifLyrawas a guy? Would you still feel the same way about her?”
“Yes,” he says, without hesitation.
The Wolf eases back in his seat, raking his fingers up and down his neck. “Huh.Sex, too? Like, if Lyra was a dude, you'd still fuck her?”
“I love my wife on a level that goes beyond appearance,” The Hound growls. “I wouldn’t care if she had two heads, or no legs, or?—”
“Or a penis?” The Wolf interjects.
The Hound sighs. “Even a penis. I mean, mypreferenceis exactly how she’s currently built. But if that suddenly changed?” He lifts a shoulder. “Nothing about what I feel for her would.”
The Wolf taps his chin before he suddenly glances at me. “Okay, now I wanna know. Where doyoufall on this spectrum?”
