I never paid much attention to it until last week’s even at the Sochi Olympics. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever watched it. For those of you who either don’t enjoy watching the Olympics or just don’t know what a two-man luge is, it’s basically what it says. Two men in a tiny luge. Yep, they are lying on each other.
I find it rather disturbing, this two-man luge. (Well duh, if I didn’t I won’t be blogging about it). If you are not gay before going down that slippery slope, after a few practice rounds you might start to entertain the idea. Even just a wee bit.
The Mayor of Sochi who before the game proclaimed that “Sochi does not have any gays” must be rolling in his grave. Oh sorry, just been informed that he’s alive and well. I was probably thinking of Putin. He’s alive and well too? Well never mind. Let’s just say that those homophobes are doing a slow burn each time a well-lubed luge slide down the grease path with two men in a compromising position. Hell, even I cringe at the sight.
With an organ that’s liable to react to the slightest friction, there’s no way another of my kind is rubbing his rump on my nether region in the name of sports. A mixed pair I wouldn’t mind. Or even a four person team with three women and the token male to do the heavy lifting. I hear those luge are heavy. I wonder if the Dufour-Lapointe sisters are interested…