And, of course, there's top and bottom. When asked, I say, I top but I switch occasionally. Then, if I like the person and think I'd like to flog them some day, I give them Look Number Fifteen; you know the one. The one where I am instantly taller than whoever it is I'm looking at, even if I'm a foot shorter. Maybe I look a tiny bit threatening, maybe I look protective. either way, I look tall.

Then, I crack a smile and I'm back to my own height. People giggle at this, generally out of relief.

Sometimes, when I say I bottom, the other person will take a half step towards me, maybe try to tower over me a little bit. I turn my body, look over my shoulder at them. Raise my eyebrows. A look of speculation. A quick test of will. most people break at this point and I flash them my best uppity-bottom smile, the smile that says you can't handle me, sweetmeat.

Sometimes I melt. Those are the people I generally end up submitting to, later.