I shouldn’t be allowed on public transport. Every close distance encounter with a male individual is a powerful aphrodisiac to me. I suppose if I had a penis it’d be constantly erect. A gentle kick in the ass from someone trying to squeeze into the overcrowded carriage is perceived by yours truly as an open invitation to have intercourse. However, when I turn around to stare tenderly in the eyes of the kicker I see little response. I can understand their confusion. They probably thought I’d want an apology for being kicked and yet the tenderness in my stare would confuse them utterly. And why do they always fail to read the message “would you like another ride if we survive this one?” On the escalator carrying me down to the depths of the subway, someone put his hands gently on my shoulders and whispered: “excuse me”, meaning to say “you are getting in the way” and I turned around and started smiling at him, leaving the guy in complete puzzlement. He also looked really pretty and had soft voice. I’d have creamed myself if he hadn’t repeated himself “excuse me…”. Ah, the attractions, the temptation and seductions! Holly Cruise said there were more guys raped than girls. Maybe it’s due to people like me.