It's not so much a norm against which I'm rebelling, but a more. (Brush up on your sociology terms here.) Not every gay blogger in the sidebar has expressed this sentiment, but enough so that I feel a need to establish my break away from the crowds, in case people think that I too feel that way.
I don't find Michael Phelps attractive.
There. I've said it. It feels good to get that off my chest.
I suppose, if pressured by the gay blogging mafia, I could use one of Sissy's terms. He's a prawn: I'd rip off the head and eat the body. But only under extreme duress would I make such a statement. My heart still belongs to Jake, even if he doesn't go shirtless nearly as often as he should.