BBP STORIES: Frowned upon

For some reason, it’s easier for me to handle the fact that they’re two girls next to me than two guys, like two couples, because for me, when I see a man, I think of, you know, the strong man protecting his family, the wife, the kid, you know, all that. The athlete. And when I see two, two gay couples, they’re kissing and especially when like they’re really buff, too. Like two macho mans, it’s kind of like it’s a weird look.

You know? And you’re not–. I know you’re not supposed to care about appearance, but, you know, it’s, it’s in front of you. You see it. You can’t help but think and wonder. But it’s just a weird thing. But I have, I have a lot of gay friends, especially men, who have–. I’ve seen them kiss a boy and it doesn’t, it doesn’t bother me because it’s just a kiss. That wouldn’t necessarily bother me. But when their arms are next to each other, I’m just like: Wow.

I mean, I’m not–. I wouldn’t say I’m homophobic. But I would say it kind of like–. It’s just a little weird. It’s a weird feeling when I look at them because–. And I feel bad for saying this because if I were to see two girls kissing, I’d be like: Oh. OK. Like that’s normal because it’s just, it’s just two girls. Like it’s–. Like a lot of straight guys think two girls kissing is hot, is hot. And two guys it’s frowned upon.