A Queer and Meaningless Bark

Here's a sort of prejudice of mine: I tend to think all American boy-next-door type guys aren't the sort of guys who are into sex with other guys. Like most prejudices, mine isn't rooted in reality. All my friends or acquaintances that I fooled around with when I was younger we're guy-next-door types. Even Nate, a high school friend-with-benefits who was a cruisy, seductive horndog was a blond haired blue eyed "Awe, shucks" farm boy. Most the guys I've known and have hooked up with have been the sort of ordinary guy-next-door types. And even in the porno theaters I've been to, places where guys hook up and usually get it on in front of everyone, there are often a lot of guy-next-door types and such porno theaters are considered the epitome of the sort of rancid environment sleazy perverts lurk in. (I've wandered around the low end of life a bit in the past but I don't think I earned the title of sleazy pervert. For one thing, I've n...

Romcom TV shows, and movies and humorous TV ads typically depict guys being attracted to gals in a similar manner: Guy sees beautiful gal and he either loses his ability to function coherently, becomes a bumbling clown as he tries to make small talk, or he drops into a smooth operator,  almost predatory “Hey baby” mood. I don't know how much these standard acts of attraction reflect reality. My guy friends have all been straight and none of them have ever exhibited the standard acts of attraction as depicted in moving fictions. Looks have been noted, specific body parts haven't.  But my guy friends have always been smart, well rounded guys. They've also generally been pretty good looking or had personalities that must've appealed to women because most of them were never without a girlfriend for long and now they're all married. My two male cousins, on the other hand, acted just like standard moving fiction morons, doing and saying everything a horny tee...