(1) Before The Divorce, when I was 12, my dad used to constantly accuse me of "pouting"--"just like your mother." ("I'm not POUTING, it's just my FACE, Dad!")
(2) On at least two occasions in gay clubs (when I was in my 30s), a random girl came up to me and actually BIT my lower lip! Out of the fucking blue!
What the hell, people?
(Note this, Self, for the one-act play you're going to write for next year's Tennessee Williams play-writing contest!) :)