In person, I tend to be fairly pleasant in my interactions with others.

I smile, laugh and converse with anyone that engages me. I do this because, in my heart of hearts, I love and honor all beings.

However, it appears that something gets lost in translation. And my friendliness is often mistaken for a willingness to have sex. Recently, some of those mis-communications have become fairly intense and even frightening. So today, I’m clearing things up: Just because I’m nice, doesn’t mean that I want to bone.

More than once, I’ve heard gay men complain about bitchy, obnoxious pretty guys that “don’t think their shit stinks.” I’m not putting myself in the league of pretty people. But now I wonder, are these pretty boys actually stuck up, or are they just trying to fend off potential unwanted sexual advances coming their way? Perhaps it’s a somewhat necessary but misguided mechanism of defense.

Of course, in operating under this presumption, pretty guys run the risking of mistaking genuine, well-inten