Well, I think that anybody who doesn’t want to cram stuff up their ass is an intolerable bigot, and I want nothing to do with them. Haters, the lot of them.
(No, not really.)
Nor do I, really. I’m quite happy to say folks like what they like, and leave it at that. I’m not above teasing people, but it makes about as much differences to me as whether they like their meat cooked rare or well-done. I like rare; my wife thinks it’s disgusting. I tell her she ruins beef, she tells me I’m going to get worms. We may poke fun, but to me it’s essentially a non-issue; and in the same respect I’m content to be my boring hetero self, and let all the bisexuals have their fun without passing any serious judgement.
However I’ve engaged in conversation folks with more varied tastes, both here and in the real world, who have suggested subtly (or not-so-subtly) that not wanting my prostate prodded means, at the very least, I’m unadventurous. I’m pretty much willing to concede that point. I trust the testimony of the folks who’ve tried it, and cannot assert I wouldn’t get off if somebody did it to me, as the prostate is apparently an oft-overlooked (in hetero couplings, anyhow) erogenous zone. Hell, maybe I’ll try it someday, I don’t know. all I know is I don’t want to, and am plenty satisfied with my current limited repertoire. I just hope folks who aren’t completely unbent out there can trust me when I say that I really am that boring, and it’s not an act to prove my red-blooded manliness. I’m short, still a bit boyish, and have a small chin. Craggy specimine of beefy nail-biting manhood I ain’t, and I’m not afraid to admit it, any more than I should be to say I’m about as straight as it gets without suspicions I’m overcompensating for something.
Revisiting this… do you really think you would have been better off had you emerged from an anus instead? :eek: 
No objection to anal sex as the active parter, but a pair of nuts dangling below it would be a put-off, it has to be said, and as for having my own prostate stimulated, I think I’d find a finger quite enough, and then only if the Chalfonts were properly under control. YMMV.
Oh, I get straight men being into lesbian porn. I was just under the misapprehension that there were some gay guys in here who were into it. I mean, if you like naked girls writhing and stuff, why wouldn’t more be better?
Yeah! You only don’t want things shoved up your ass because you secretly want things shoved up your ass! Plus, you’re vanilla, and sexually stunted. And your interest in lesbians, as noted above, is a way of co-opting the radical womyn-loving-womyn lifestyle in order to subordinate them to the patriarchy! When you subject women to the Male Gaze and refuse to shove things up your butt, it’s a direct afront to everything I stand for! You’re filled with the purest evil!
Sorry. Went into Andrea Dworkin mode for a minute there.
When did sexual adventurousness become the new black anyway? Why is everyone suddenly expected to be Sir Edmund-fucking-Hillary in the sack? Loopster, if you don’t want to experience prostate manipulation, don’t, and if anyone tells you that you should, give 'em a black eye and tell 'em you thought they might want to try S&M. Seriously, if you’re happy, why the fuck should anyone else be concerned about what you like in bed? (I mean, aside from your S.O.)
I don’t know! I don’t know! But I think it’s where this “fucking hetero guilt” thing comes from. Sheeit, I went to school in the late-80’s-to-latish-90s. I saw the rise and fall of Political Correctness from the vantage of Ground Zero, pretty much, and the scene wasn’t pretty. I’m certainly not going to claim I was victimized, but it wasn’t hard to come away a bit traumatized from that era. I won’t be silly and suggest suddenly the tables were turned on Straight White Guyzzz, but I did find myself diving out of the way of the pendulum as it swung this-way-and-that a few times, so a little paranoid reticense did develop, I must confess. I think around the time I turned 30 I found myself caring less and less about the Dworkinites, et al. casting aspersions my way so long as I could be confident I hadn’t done anything worse than live my life as unobtrusively as possible. I don’t go out of my way to wave my dick at people, and hopefully that will suffice. Meanwhile, if they ask me my oppinion, and I answer with “Y’know, doin’ it missionary ain’t half bad!”, I’d be pleased-as-punch to never be lectured about the subtext ever again. If it’s there, I’ll get around to it; and if not, ignorant bliss is better than no bliss at all, I figure.
Hey! I have nothing against homosexuals. In fact, some of my best friends…
…have nothing against homosexuals. 