Karl remarks in Naked in the Shower and Other Reasons why Heterosexuals Fear Gay People:
…it’s immature and rididulous for straight men to assume that they are so physically beautiful that a gay man will attack them. Their fantasy is also that any and every female on the planet wants to sleep with them. What ego!
Scoop adds in Jesus Loves Me. Yes, I Know.:
… there was a bit of talk about what really bothers these athletes the most about the thought of having a gay teammate: their absolute, abject paranoia about being hit on in the communal showers, because of course, no gay man could possibly resist wanting a shot at their awesome naked selves once he saw them. Guys? I got news for ya. A lot of gay men probably could resist just fine.
John Amaechi in ESPN The Magazine, 26 February 2007 issue:
The NBA locker room was the most flamboyant place I’ve ever been. Guys flaunted their perfect bodies. They bragged about sexual exploits. They primped in front of the mirror, applying cologne and hair gel by the bucketful. They tried on each other’s $10,000 suits, admired each other’s rings and necklaces. It was an intense camaraderie that felt completely natural to them. Surveying the room, I couldn’t help chuckling to myself: And I’m the gay one.
It’s OK to want to look good; I appreciate an attractive man, just as a man would appreciate a pretty woman. But people — male or female, gay or straight — who obsess over their appearance bug me. I think there is something wrong with people who spend too much time, money, and energy on their looks. After all, it’s just packaging.
Skinny boys got nothin’
To lean against in bed
Bony arms and shoulders
Only bruise my head
And when they try to wrestle me
I beat them pound for pound
Skinny boys got nothing
To wrap your arms around
Skinny boys got visions
Of god-like qualities
But every time I greet one
There’s nothing there to squeeze
All that wasted effort
All that vanity
Skinny boys got visions
Of immortality
Something ’bout those muscle bound boys
Practicing their clean and jerk
Oiling up their bodies for the shine
Never liked those tan and lean boys
Too much pressure, too much work
Looking in the mirror for a sign
I just want a baby-fat boy
Double sized and double chinned
Belly big and pillow to my brain
I just want a spacious lap boy
Jump right on and sink right in
Loving handles driving me insane
All of that extra weight
All of that extra muscle to play with
Gives me another reason to stay
With the fat boys, fat boys
Everyone cleans the plate
Truly inspired the last of us lingers
To sit by the fire and lick off the fingers
Of the fat boys, fat boys
Skinny boys are losers
Who seem to try too hard
But every time they talk to me
They won’t let down their guard
All that blind devotion
All the foolish pride
Skinny boys are losers
With no place left to hide
I don’t want no squeaky clean boys
So repressed and so refined
Walking like their feet don’t touch the ground
I don’t want no Mama’s best boy
Undeveloped, undefined
Waiting for his chance to be profound
I just want an overgrown boy
Unconditioned, unrehearsed
Fleshy body waiting for the squeeze
Overweight and overblown boys
Whet my whistle, quench my thirst
Chubby cheeks just drop me to my knees
All of that extra skin
All of that extra stuffing to yearn for
Gives me another reason to burn
For the fat boys, fat boys
Everyone wants to sin
Truly discerning the last of us hovers
To turn up the music and turn down the covers
With the fat boys, fat boys
Fat boys so massive
And fat boys so sweet
Fat boys to fondle and bite
Fat boys to feed me
Whenever we meet
Fat boys to turn out the light
Fat boys so ample
To sample and hold
Fat boys to brighten my day
Fat boys so grand
To manhandle and mold
Fat boys to steal me away
All of the extra cheek
All of that extra cargo to carry
Gives me another reason
To marry the fat boys, fat boys
Everyone takes a peak
Truly determined we go through the paces
We’re puffing our chests
And we’re stuffing our faces
For the fat boys, fat boys
