"Jim Mavro's photos of Greek wrestlers prove that the U.S. may be more uptight than other countries in the world."
You don't say.
Greece is also a good spot for the casual holding of hands between male friends, IIRC.
Greece is the time, is the place, is the motion.
Greece is the way we are feeling.
I'm worried looking at those pictures will turn me gay, so I'm not going to click on it.
"We're going to Greece."
"And wrestle shirtlessly?"
"No, no, to Ancient Greece, where burning Sappho loved and sang and stroked the wine-dark sea, in the temple by the moonlight wah-de-doo-dah."
I want people to start giving quantified answers.
11.3 square centimeters of oiled male skin may be touching that of another man before it's gay if the two men are otherwise fully clothed. The number goes up to 17.8 if no oil is involved, and down to 7.5 if the two men are wearing fashionable swimwear.
Does it matter where on the body the skin is?
As long as they are plausibly trying to harm each other it's not gay up to and including buttsecks.
Couldn't anybody get the hunks to hold the kittens for the photos?
6: If the men are wearing fashionable swimwear, that might work in the other direction.
Which I guess is implied by "on". Oh well.
I wonder if the wrestling singlet was designed to be as unsexy as possible so as to keep the gay away.
12: no, that "on" was intended as, like, the skin of my hand is on my hand (and maybe also on the skin of/on your ass). "Of" may have been better.
It just seems like a handshake and a handjob might have different implications.
The hunks/kittens photos kind of fell down on the pictures incorporating wet cats. The men really did not successfully convey the proper level of maddened disgust necessary to correspond with the cats.
Except shower kitty. I think shower kitty is opting in.
I don't understand the point of the hunks and kittens link? Is it supposed to be funny? Arousing? What?
Thoughtprovoking? It wouldn't have previously occurred to me before that the primary difference between men and kittens is that men enjoy getting wet more than cats do, but the conclusion seems inescapable.
15: This explains a lot of misunderstandings.
Primary seems premature. We need to see how kittens respond to a good oiling.
A google image search (safe mode on) revealed nothing.
11.3 square centimeters of oiled male skin may be touching that of another man before it's gay if the two men are otherwise fully clothed. The number goes up to 17.8 if no oil is involved, and down to 7.5 if the two men are wearing fashionable swimwear.
Wait, it is less if there is no oil involved!?!? Now you tell me.
We need to see how kittens respond to a good oiling.
Surprisingly, I have direct experience on this one. I got a kitten when I was in Samoa, and I think she was taken from her mother a little too young -- she didn't seem to know how to groom herself. So after a couple of weeks of looking at her looking scruffier and scruffier, I got a clean sponge and a can of mackerel, and wiped the oil the mackerel was packed in all over her, figuring that she'd lick it off and get the idea.
Of course, I got busted by my students, who were already willing to believe I was a nutjob. "Miss Breath, what are you doing?" "Rubbing fish on my cat." And they wandered away, thinking "Americans. Who can tell."
Combining 5 and 6.2, what if they're swimming the Channel?
Oh, worked great. She was a fantastic cat -- cleared out a house that had been swarming with rats in no time flat. And the fish treatment got her cleaning herself on the first try.
And, probably, some kind of weird fetish she could never act out because she can't work the key to open a can.
6: That reminds me of an Oglaf strip that I'm definitely not going to look up right now. (It's in the series with the barbarians, if anyone is somehow familiar with the comic. Just to be very clear, though, NSFW.)
Opened these on my phone instead of my work computer, because I don't want them to know I'm a sports fan.
I wonder if the wrestling singlet was designed to be as unsexy as possible so as to keep the gay away.
Yeah, there is definitely nobody who fetishizes/is turned on by singlets.
I opened them at home because I'm off for the whole week, with pay.
I first checked that my wife wasn't Facebook friends with heebie.
Yeah, there is definitely nobody who fetishizes/is turned on by singlets.
They have an uneasy relationship with Ren Faire fetishists, who are turned on by doublets.
I MEAN THREE NOTES PLAYED IN THE TIME IN WHICH NORMALLY TWO WOULD BE PLAYED
I'm turned on by the concept of a geocentric solar system.
I couldn't tell if 33 was sarcasm or not, so I googled "erotic singlet." Sarcasm.
Manowar fans, who are totally NOT gay, are turned on by singlets. Also leather corset-like things and crotchless leggings.
Actually, I'm not sure that's a singlet. It's kind of singlet-like though.
38 is interesting, defining triplets vis à vis two quarter notes rather than one i.e. triple eighth notes, which would have been my go to example.
Re cats n oil, my sister once successfully cleaned a long-haired cat who'd tangled with a glue-based rodent trap by adding peanut butter and introducing a greedy terrier. The two critters retired under a bed and emerged several hours later best of friends.
Singlets erotically valued based on their annual appearance at the gym in the week prior to the Folsom fair.
Surely relevant to at least someone's interests: Guy Maddin's Sissy-Boy Slap Party.
IMX a gay guy feeling up my prostate and asking questions about my urination habits isn't gaysecks. Or maybe it is in WeHo. I dunno.
45. 1 is unnecessarily confusing. Why can't you just talk about quavers, crotchets, minims and semibreves like normal people do?
I read it as saying three triplet 8th notes (quavers) where two would normally be, i.e. one quarter (crotchet).
Does anyone else find quarter/crotchet triplets much harder to count, btw? Especially at slow tempos. Smaller divisions much easier.
48: Astroglide. It's all the thing, or rather, it was the thing a decade ago.
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MIL, as always, is lingering like a chest cold after Xmas. Yesterday afternoon she asked AB if she could stay for "one more dinner". Tonight she asked for leftovers. We're going out with a friend for drinks at 8:45, and so offered her a ride home beforehand (Kids don't need babysitting anymore), and she declared that she was in no hurry. I had to explain that we're not, actually, supposed to drive her home after drinking.
Another 3 months to Iris' Bday. Maybe, just maybe, if we don't see her between now and then, I will be able to speak to her civilly at that time.
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My MIL gave us the leftover beef tenderloin and stayed at her own house.
Maybe the solution to our cats having profoundly mixed feelings about each other is to regularly slather both of them in fish oil.
Slather one for real life Pepe LaPew.
In my imagination, Smearcase, first you say "hey, gurl!" with exactly the look from the previous post and then you get them with the mackerel oil.
NMM to George Pataki's presidential campaign.
Did he try covering himself in fish oil?
That sounds more like Trump's approach.
