Follow up to my little Saturday email
A good lunch laugh…Jon over at Pensito Review gives his take on House Blend visitor Mr. Lundey’s Saturday love letter to me — and to “carpet munchers, pole smokers, fudge-packers and patty cakers” [whatever that is] everywhere.
One thing I have learned in my 49.999999 years on the planet is that when it comes to sexuality there are two kinds of people: those who are comfortable with the way God (and by that I mean Nature) created them – and those whose sexual desires are so repressed that they are expressed in twisted, tortured and hateful ways.
As a gay person, I do not think about – much less dwell on, day after day after day – the particular sex practices that straight people enjoy. I mean, itâ€™s fine – yall do whatever floats your boat. To each his own. Whatever, whatever.
So I wonder why ostensibly straight people like this Mr. Lundey – or opinion-makers whose views he has regurgitated here like Pat Robertson, Donald Wildmon, Jerry Falwell and especially Jesse Helms – spend so much time obsessing about queer erotic practices?
Take a look at those faces of “leadership” – what are the odds that they have a “normal” life in the sack?