Robert Downey Jr. - Making gay women straight since 1965
Saw Iron Man.
About a month back there was an article on TIME about Robert Downey Jr. and when I told Maikeru about it, I also confessed that I think RDJ is very good-looking. When I went to see the movie, I'd forgotten that it was partly because I'm into him, so realizing that Iron Man is a movie about how hot RDJ looks in a tank top came as a mild sort of shock.
It occurred to me that, as of late, I've been construing myself as a lesbian again. Which is doubly stupid, first because I hate labels like that and even more attaching them to myself, second, because I'm obviously not a lesbian. Nevertheless, I regularly go through phases of thinking I'm a lesbian, and during these phases I get very uncomfortable when I inadvertedly have sexual thoughts about men, regardless of how much I tell myself my desire for masculinity is subjective, not objective. Going to see Iron Man, I first got very hot and bothered by the trailer for the new Hulk movie, and then even more so when I found myself unconsciously fidgeting in my seat as I gazed at the screen, thinking what lovely eyes RDJ has. Not to mention his lovely ass...
Now, I'm going to argue that I find the Hulk very sexy because I have a muscle fetisch. The Hulk, despite being a green monster, is all rippling muscle. Being a muscle fetischist, I'm hot for muscles. The muscles, however, are something I definitely desire subjectively.
Robert Downey Jr., however buff in this movie by someone elses standards, doesn't look very muscled to my fetisch-blinded eyes. Therefore, I desire men..! During the lesbian phases, I am always very, very, very disturbed by this realization.
Now, is it because I unconsciously aspire to meet some idiotic notion of normalcy? Do I feel, deep down, that I am not normal as long as I maintain a sexual orientation that escapes definition? Why do I feel that being a lesbian would make me somehow better? Why not aspire to heterosexuality instead?
Ah, well. I could go on, but what would be the point? I'm not a lesbian, but I'm apparently something of a dork.
And, naturally I'm going to write in excruciating detail about how good RDJ looked and how that Iron Man suit hugged his physique. As soon as the shock wears off.
About a month back there was an article on TIME about Robert Downey Jr. and when I told Maikeru about it, I also confessed that I think RDJ is very good-looking. When I went to see the movie, I'd forgotten that it was partly because I'm into him, so realizing that Iron Man is a movie about how hot RDJ looks in a tank top came as a mild sort of shock.
It occurred to me that, as of late, I've been construing myself as a lesbian again. Which is doubly stupid, first because I hate labels like that and even more attaching them to myself, second, because I'm obviously not a lesbian. Nevertheless, I regularly go through phases of thinking I'm a lesbian, and during these phases I get very uncomfortable when I inadvertedly have sexual thoughts about men, regardless of how much I tell myself my desire for masculinity is subjective, not objective. Going to see Iron Man, I first got very hot and bothered by the trailer for the new Hulk movie, and then even more so when I found myself unconsciously fidgeting in my seat as I gazed at the screen, thinking what lovely eyes RDJ has. Not to mention his lovely ass...
Now, I'm going to argue that I find the Hulk very sexy because I have a muscle fetisch. The Hulk, despite being a green monster, is all rippling muscle. Being a muscle fetischist, I'm hot for muscles. The muscles, however, are something I definitely desire subjectively.
Robert Downey Jr., however buff in this movie by someone elses standards, doesn't look very muscled to my fetisch-blinded eyes. Therefore, I desire men..! During the lesbian phases, I am always very, very, very disturbed by this realization.
Now, is it because I unconsciously aspire to meet some idiotic notion of normalcy? Do I feel, deep down, that I am not normal as long as I maintain a sexual orientation that escapes definition? Why do I feel that being a lesbian would make me somehow better? Why not aspire to heterosexuality instead?
Ah, well. I could go on, but what would be the point? I'm not a lesbian, but I'm apparently something of a dork.
And, naturally I'm going to write in excruciating detail about how good RDJ looked and how that Iron Man suit hugged his physique. As soon as the shock wears off.