Whether gay or straight - I find men driven to make a spectacle of their sexual prowess. You just can't escape it. Stick shifts. Rockets. The Eiffel Tower. Stonehenge. Cannons. Dildos. All roads lead back the phallus. (Ok, so maybe a vibrating cannon does have some merit.)
Take the gays, where Penus Erectus is a religion. Have you ever been to a gay bar? The admiration for the organ puts Liberace to shame. Do women or lesbians parade our hoohoos like we've just invented wall-to-wall broadloom?
"Hey, everyone! Look what I found!"
What I'm saying is, dahrling, if you like having sex with whatever sex he or she and you are - good for you. Sex away! If you and your booty bud are going to have sex on the balcony of a cruise ship - docked in a foreign country whose laws you are not familiar with - you may want to zip it. I know, from where you sit, it's probably hard to believe some folks aren't that interested in a 3D Sodom & Gomorrah enactment. Get over yourselves.
