Twice is more than enough
Being gay, as you might imagine, I do not have a lot of opportunity to see men's anatomy (aka THINGS, or PARTS). This of course is part of the whole lesbian deal and something that I'm totally fine with. However, not once, but now twice in the last few months, I've seen live cocks! The first, well, that was a long night involving a 52 ounce football full of beer, a lot of sangria and an expensive bar in Vegas. I'm still traumatized by that one.

Last night, I subbed in for the Bandits, which was tons of fun. After the game, I'm in the locker room, stripping down to my hockey underwear (which is still more clothing than some people wear to the Ohio State fair) when I look up at the wrong moment. A guy was getting ready to go into the (communal, gay bathouse-esque) showers and stripped all of his clothes off. There it was, his THING, waving at me from across the room. I looked away then looked back, horrifed.

Yup, I like girls. They are free from parts like those.