Kiai-gasm

I know CounterSexual sounds like a trendy new way to dress or to wear one's genitals, but it's not. It's a sexual counter-attack. Sort of.

Really, it's a way of life.

If you live with a dickhead who's constantly trying to get in your pants, but with no intention of taking it any further than that, what does one do? I mean, honestly - don't I even get a reacharound?

Here's what it comes down to - just as there are different styles of martial arts, different styles of writing, different styles of negotiating, so are there different styles of gay chicken. Each has its proponents, and each its detractors. It really boils down to doing what you're good at doing, while at the same time, doing what the other guy isn't. For example: mathgimp (he doesn't deserve to be capitalized) is /very/ good at getting in your face, doing his queer little side-to-side dance thing, and acting like he's trying to taste your tonsils.

I, on the other hand, am very good at massaging another man's crotch.

These are very different styles, and they clash in interesting ways: I don't like that kind of intrusion into my personal space - my bubble, if you will - and he doesn't like it when I stick my thumb up his butt.

I don't know if MAD can really be applied to gay chicken, but if it can, expect fallout.
Not the radioactive kind, but the hurt-looks, always-backs-away-from-me kind of fallout (I'm used to that from the neighbor's dog, though).

On the same inane side note, I qualified for the pilot program when I was eight, which will definitely get more tail than his pansy-ass, non-flying, need-to-work-for-my-doctorate self.

Imposing? I feel no need to be imposing - I just have to be prepared to manually explore his colon.

Which I am.