Erm, I used to watch Sky Dancers. That was my personal MLP, in essence, back in 1996.
And I'm a 28 year-old guy who's reasonably secure in his sexuality. The worst part is I didn't have a man-crush on any of the guys or girls in that show.
I had a man-crush on Skyclone, the fat, bald, over-the-top antagonist. Don't ask, 'cause I don't know.
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My parents are well aware that for reasons which are totally beyond me, I'm basically asexual when it comes to actual people. Guys don't turn me on, but neither do girls. Animals don't do it for me, nor do furries. What turns me on is *animated* fat dudes.
Again, I really don't know why that is. Pete, Mister Weatherbee, Mister Wilson, the fatter of the two cops from Mummies Alive... You name it, I fapped to it in secret. The folks are now aware that a lot of what turns me on is fake, they've tried suggesting that maybe I needed to nurture a healthier social life than I already do, to maybe try and check both sides of the fence. I've tried, with Ladies' Nights and gay bars leaving me equally dispassionate.
I've found that my early-teenage yearnings for quote-unquote True Love were pretty trite. I was basically aping what the other guys my age were saying and copying their own fantasies in a semi-conscious effort to fit in. I've basically given up on romance since then, seeing as my odd preferences would make it difficult for me to maintain a relationship.
Basic companionship, though? That's another story. Friends, family and potential roommates tend to satisfy my social cravings sufficiently. Who knows, maybe I'll wake up one morning and discover my personal pendulum finally decided to swing one way or another.
In any case, being flat-out straight or gay would simplify things greatly.
Religiously speaking, I'd say Confusion is my creed of choice. And no, that's not a typo of "Confucianism". So many holy texts, so many believers, so much scientific evidence that disproves them all and still, *so* much dogged persistence in the believers!
It's mind-boggling, honestly. So I just don't think about it. You might as well pigeonhole me as an atheist, then.
And I'm a 28 year-old guy who's reasonably secure in his sexuality. The worst part is I didn't have a man-crush on any of the guys or girls in that show.
I had a man-crush on Skyclone, the fat, bald, over-the-top antagonist. Don't ask, 'cause I don't know.
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My parents are well aware that for reasons which are totally beyond me, I'm basically asexual when it comes to actual people. Guys don't turn me on, but neither do girls. Animals don't do it for me, nor do furries. What turns me on is *animated* fat dudes.
Again, I really don't know why that is. Pete, Mister Weatherbee, Mister Wilson, the fatter of the two cops from Mummies Alive... You name it, I fapped to it in secret. The folks are now aware that a lot of what turns me on is fake, they've tried suggesting that maybe I needed to nurture a healthier social life than I already do, to maybe try and check both sides of the fence. I've tried, with Ladies' Nights and gay bars leaving me equally dispassionate.
I've found that my early-teenage yearnings for quote-unquote True Love were pretty trite. I was basically aping what the other guys my age were saying and copying their own fantasies in a semi-conscious effort to fit in. I've basically given up on romance since then, seeing as my odd preferences would make it difficult for me to maintain a relationship.
Basic companionship, though? That's another story. Friends, family and potential roommates tend to satisfy my social cravings sufficiently. Who knows, maybe I'll wake up one morning and discover my personal pendulum finally decided to swing one way or another.
In any case, being flat-out straight or gay would simplify things greatly.
Religiously speaking, I'd say Confusion is my creed of choice. And no, that's not a typo of "Confucianism". So many holy texts, so many believers, so much scientific evidence that disproves them all and still, *so* much dogged persistence in the believers!
It's mind-boggling, honestly. So I just don't think about it. You might as well pigeonhole me as an atheist, then.