Someone just signed me up for lots of gay porn. Reminds me of the old days, when all the Catholics seemed to have access to tremendous amounts of porn that they’d send to me.
Sorry, guys, it’s about the most ineffectual protest you can make. All it gets from me is a shrug and a block.
Oh, I did learn something: “p-spot” is short (kinda) for “prostate”. Life is a journey, you can learn all sorts of things from it.
Maybe it’s your spiders involved in a porn-themed version of “Phase 4”.
Says a lot about them and naught about you. Classic.
Reminds me of when I came out as an atheist. One of my Bible-humping relatives on my mother’s side signed me up for a bunch of Christian mailing lists in order to save me.
Besides being a bunch of semi-literate chuds I have nothing in common with, this is a huge reason I stay away from family gatherings.
As a cyclist, I hear “pee spot” and think that that’s where we’ll take a pee break. Though true, we probably should be taking better care of our prostates.
Heteros can use the p spot too! It got name dropped in a hetero situation in “House of Leaves” by Mark Z. Danielewski. The more you know. ~~~*
In case it’s not obvious, “p-spot” is intended to suggest the male equivalent of the “g-spot”.
I used to go play Bingo at this dive bar where the prize was usually whatever gay porn the Bingo Master found in the discount bin at the porn shop. I miss old Portland… Anyway I used to take my “winnings” and slide them through the mail slot of the local Catholic Church. It wasn’t an Opus Dia, but it was something similar. Things have changed a lot in the last 20 years.
Learn something new every day, if you’re not careful.