Oh hell, it’s not like I’m ever liable to run into either of you fellows IRL, and both of you seem decent enough to respect the fact that I’m straight that even if we did meet, you wouldn’t waste your time hitting on me. ('Sides, I had a gay roommate in college, so it’s not like I can somehow operate under the delusion that I’d never been oogled by a gay man.)
kimera, you know, it helps if you have a public email. 
I didn’t notice this, but I’d love this. However, I don’t know how well it well go over.
That’s what we’re looking for right there.
I think my computer melted. Or maybe it was just my brain.
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Oh hell, it’s not like I’m ever liable to run into either of you fellows IRL, and both of you seem decent enough to respect the fact that I’m straight that even if we did meet, you wouldn’t waste your time hitting on me. ('Sides, I had a gay roommate in college, so it’s not like I can somehow operate under the delusion that I’d never been oogled by a gay man.)
It also helps that I’m a (for all practical purposes) married man, so you’re doubly safe from me.
Don’t worry dearest, mine already did the first time I saw him. Definitely the brain.
Yeah, I kind of figured it had to be the brain, since my computer seems to still be working. 
Bought Playgirl once. I was 18, hadn’t seen a naked guy in my life, wanted to have some idea what one looked like, and what the heck, the guy on the cover was Jean-Claude van Damme, who would look good in an astronaut suit if you ask me.
Right now, I’m staying at Mom while I move (and she’s a complete prude, the kind that makes you wonder how did she get pregnant thrice), so the closest I get to porn is ogling the bricklayers when I go to give a message to my brother, who works in construction. The weather has finally decided to jump from 0C to 20C+, so they are already working on their tans
It’s so small!
The photo, I mean! The photo is small.