The Lion or the House Cat. The dark room slowly filled with strangers with the familiar face of uncertainty and a lust for love, or filled with the love of lust. All searching for that one moment to climax, to finish in ecstasy, with some hoping to then begin a new chapter of love and romance with someone of the same-sex. This room, a large yet seedy nightclub in the middle of San diego's gay utopia of Hillcrest allowed everyone the freedom of ambiguity, to be set free in a land where they could be a lion or a house cat, to chase and devour their next meal like it were their last, or to sit and wait to be served by their master, to be the aggressor or to be taken down, everyone played a role. I needed a place like this. I needed choices. I wanted to feel the differences between being right and doing wrong, to be allowed the choice to be confused and then figure out the answer on my own. My sexuality had become the biggest mark in my life. I needed to find out if I was the straightened arrow that my heart had longed for, or if I was indeed the sexual deviant that my mind had often conjured up, I wanted to see if a woman's touch could answer these questions for the rest of my life, so I could go to my grave and know that in this life, I didn't make the mistake of not asking enough questions, not seeking enough answers. Satanic, men who were accountants by day had turn into sado-masochists, women who had children at home were there to experience another woman's mouth on their breasts. I stared out by the dj booth, sorted through the options. "Not feminine enough", "Not my type", "Too many tattoos", nothing catching my eye, but I remained seated, waited for her to walk through the door. I knew exactly what she was waiting for... I turned around to order another drink, the bartender looked familiar, latina with a bunch of tattoos and a beautiful smile. She went out to the neo soul nightclub that would jump off downtown, but on certain nights she'd spend her nights in the clubs trying to attract a woman to appease her secret appetite, to get attention from pretty girls in order to say that she'd done it. There were so many like her. "Excuse me, haven't I seen you down at Onyx?" I ask her with direct eye contact. "Oh my god, yes! What're you doing here love?" She smiled big. I gave her no answer, let her imagination give her everything that she needed. She waited for me, as I internally deemed her my first conquest; Waiting to be served by the master; her obedience, my control. Realizing at that moment, that I am the most dangerous lion out there.