I'm so confused at the moment. I think I'm gay, oh wait could I be bi? Or am I a lesbian? I have all these mixed emotions and I don't know what to do. Does this sound familiar? Then read on
$2 peep shows.
I was thinking about this the other day, don't ask me as to why I was thinking about it, maybe my sex deprived life caused my mind to wander, plus I had $2 in my wallet unspent, and I came up with a theory. So here it is.
$2 peep shows are like the dark side of heterosexual sexuality, or sexuality in general. In my view they are the path that leads to enlightenment. Some may have confucious, others may have Buddhism, others may simply have god, not I though, I have sex.
The concept is quite simple, put $2 in a coin operated booth and the curtains withdraw to display what would probably be the most ugliest looking woman naked (Most of the time they look like your mother or related relative) doing everything that your mother has warned you about. (the kinda stuff that makes your eyeballs burn in their sockets) Sensuality? Eroticism? Big breasted blonde bimbo's? Pfft all of that is thrown out the window as soon as you drop that coin and those curtains disappear. What you get is a vision of sex; raw, sleazy, disgusting, real. In my opinion, by watching a $2 peep show you can find out a lot about your sexuality. Why pay hundreds of dollars going to therapy classes and hundreds of missed out opportunities to find out who you really are, embarrassing yourself time and time again. In those 30 odd seconds (60 seconds if you are unlucky or lucky depending how psychiatrically unstable you are) you can determine if you are gay, Bi, straight or lesbian.
Let me explain:
If you are male (as are the majority users) and after the 30 seconds you can walk out of the booth with your stomach still intact and still go out in search of a woman to get jiggy with then you are most probably straight. If you vomit in the booth and can still get up to go out and pick up some females then you are probably straight as well. Straight men have iron stomachs, but we must allow for some slightly weaker straight men. (or SNAGS/Metrosexuals as they call themselves these days)