The boytaur thing is definitely catching on in South Beach.  Along Lincoln Road plaza last night, the foot count on the pavement must have beat out the head count by at least four times!  Not because every last guy's gone over, but because there are enough guys who are six-legged, or who have even more, to more than make up the ratio!

All the open-air restaurants and cafes are packed with boytaurs, and often you'll see a newly wristfooted guy tackling a meal for the first time with his big new handsome appendages, with the patient and delighted help of his boyfriend.  Sometimes you'll see two new wristfooted boytaurs helping each other out, laughing as they clumsily work their way through their meals together, always ready to lend each other a helping wristfoot, almost too distracted by each others wristfeet and boytaur bodies to even eat.

The handsome boytaur waiters and busboys zip about on four or six deft and silent feet, expertly managing trays and dishes with their hands or, even more often, experienced wristfeet, always glad to help out any less-experienced customers, explaining their deft moves with large wristfooted gestures.

Some restaurants, with an eye on their many wristfooted customers, have begun offering a wide variety of finger—or rather, toe—foods, and you'll see boytaurs grabbing pieces of fresh flatbread in their wristfeet toes and dipping them in a variety of succulent sauces, before offering the treats to their partners.  And many times, they just dip their wristfeet toes directly, because the receiver cannot help in any case kissing and licking the toes of the giver even after the flatbread is gone, the giver's wristfoot trapped between the wristfeet of the receiver as he kisses and sucks the beautiful toes, looks of ecstasy on their faces that only a boytaur could know.

This makes the movie theatres rather crowded, seats spilling over with legs upon legs.  But nobody minds, happy to take the overflowing legs, feet, and wristfeet of their neighbors into their multilegged laps, absently kissing them or giving them wristfooted caresses as the movie plays, the audience a continuous tangle of warm, friendly feet and legs.

Outside of the clubs, there are so many legs and feet milling around it's hard to tell whose legs are whose, and all the guys are proudly showing off their many feet in flip-flops and slick black leather sandals, greeting friends with loud cries and wristfooted hugs.  And inside, the floor is covered wall-to-wall with pounding male feet and legs, as the boytaurs dance to the infectious beat, often unable to stop themselves from growing even more feet and legs as they dance long into the night.