Afraid of the Inner Queer Within

The other day an odd thing happened to me. I became aroused; well, that’s actually not peculiar, except I was turned on by a burly biker man’s right bicep. On his arm was a beautiful naked woman tattooed in simple, prison-style black ink. I’m not gay. Didn’t want to sleep with him. But that man’s good-looking arm worries my homophobia senses, because the arm bone is connected to the collarbone. The collarbone is connected to the rib cage. The rib cage is connected to the pelvis bone, and the pelvis bone is connected to OH MY GOD THE PENIS.