Indeed, we must resist the increasingly simplistic urge to confuse **what a man repeatedly and enthusiastically does** with **what that behavior might conventionally be called**. Labels are tools, not prisons. A man may kiss another man once, twice, perhaps even with a level of technical commitment that witnesses later describe as “surprisingly coordinated,” and still emerge from that exchange carrying within him the same fundamental understanding of himself that he possessed before. The tongue does not possess bureaucratic authority. It cannot stamp “GAY” onto a passport. It cannot update a government database. It is, at the end of the day, merely a muscular organ navigating the vast and complicated landscape of male friendship.

And perhaps that is the deeper lesson here. Perhaps masculinity was never meant to be a tiny fenced enclosure in which every affectionate gesture must immediately trigger an emergency inquiry into sexual orientation. Perhaps the strongest man is not the man who recoils from his brother's lips in fear, but the man who can look him directly in the eyes afterward, nod once, and understand that nothing needs to be explained. Because when two secure, emotionally intelligent men are truly comfortable in themselves, even several uninterrupted minutes of passionate French kissing can simply become another quiet chapter in the timeless story of the boys being the boys.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5894968&forum_id=2/en-en#50078533)