Recently I spent a good couple hours putting together a banner that I'm pretty proud of. (Perhaps I shouldn't be.) Most of you have seen it, but if you haven't, imagine a mosaic of everything sexual you can imagine, tastefully cropped and arranged so as to be safe for work. A cucumber, hot chicks making out, implied oral sex, a drag queen, hentai, two guys going at it, boxers around the ankles... it's all there. (Sadly, Tubgirl didn't make it into the final image.) ANYWAY, much as I expected, I got a few comments from people wondering how I managed to stomach all of those pictures.
I understand that most people aren't comfortable with sexual images and ideas that don't directly titillate them. What I don't understand is why. I just can't manage to put myself in their shoes. I wish I did. Graphic depictions of every configuration of bodies of any and all genders don't bother me. I'm much more creeped out by the picture that someone sent me of someone biting a popsicle, after I mentioned that I couldn't stand the sight of that. I guess a normal straight guy must feel the same way about seeing a photo of a man pleasuring another man that I do about seeing an eight-year-old girl biting into a frozen confection. I wonder what causes that kind of response in people.
I wonder a lot. It seems to happen even more when it's past time for me to go to bed, which makes it even harder for me to fall asleep. I wonder why that is.
Bonus content—other things that elicit similar reactions in me: That scene in American History X where the man's teeth are placed on the curb. Touching flower blossoms. The smell of cat poop.