Sitting over beers with our friends, conversations about fashion strayed into the tragic outfits donned at the gym.  We laughed at the misuse of stretch fabrics and the tenacity of those fashion misfits who despite their internalized ferocity should not wear said fabrics.  The next homological step in the confab was the amount of sexual tension that exists at the gym.  Because they don’t read this blog, I’m going to take the liberty and out their naivety.

I don’t personally engage in this facet of gay flagellation, but I am well aware of the shenanigans that go on at the gym.  “Straight boy” jokingly said that he ran into “two of your people” in the locker room.  I wasn’t really offended at this statement because I was fantasizing about straight boys in various states of undress taking note of gay activity (cue porn music).  His child-like telling of this story was adorable, as if he was a toddler describing the joy of DisneyWorld to a Floridian.

Happily enough, another story surfaced about a straight gal in the office who was pursued by another woman.  Speaking for all men at the table, I found the story slightly arousing and expressed my hopes that the straight office girl had a tiny inkling of becoming sapphist.  “Straight boy’s fiancee” smiled and said that she would be honestly flattered if thrown into that situation.  Without skipping a beat, straight boy turned his head and grinned from ear to ear.

What have we learned?  The plan for gays to tear the fabric of society is unfounded, blame it on the dirty fantasies of straight men.