I saw "Clash of the Titans" this weekend. You know - the remake with Sam Worthington as Perseus. As soon as I saw those pretty boy soldiers who went with him on his quest, I wanted to see them. Together. En deshabille.
Alas! It wasn't meant to be. But thinking about it got me through the over-long battle with the giant scorpion thingies.
(Sorry I could only find a decent pic of one of the boys.)
A few years ago, this thought wouldn't have crossed my mind. At least, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't.
But my point (yes, I have one) is my mind seems to be permanently skewed toward the m/m-ness of...whatever...
On a recent vacation in Jamaica, at a lovely all-inclusive beach resort, I snickered (mentally) every time I caught sight of the Activities sign advertising "watersports." I definitely wouldn't have given that a second glance a few years ago. I wondered if anyone else at the hotel got a kick out of it. Then I wondered if I'm just a big ol' perv.
Today my suspicions about myself were confirmed when I came across this clue in my crossword: Type of plug. Four letters. All that came to my mind was "butt". I tried to scrape up my knowledge of butt plugs to figure out a type of butt plug that has four letters, even though I was sure that wasn't what they were looking for. Couldn't get past that. Until I got m_le in the puzzle. Oh. Male. Like electrical plugs.
Please tell me I am not the only one who suffers this condition. Finding m/m goodness in ordinary, everyday things.