LARGETONY Blog

Once I discovered, about a decade ago, that I really like men, I realized that I really like men. All kinds. Some people find this hard to believe about me. I guess it’s because I am a small-town country boy from the south. But it really sticks in my craw (whatever the hell a craw is) that narrow-minded people can’t accept that someone else has an open outlook. I need some craw Drano, some craw lube, a craw laxative, a craw enema (a crenema), anything that will unstick my craw.

It’s like back in elementary school when you got your box of Crayola crayons. The big box. The big box of 64 colors with the sharpener (which was really more a crayon eater than sharpener) built into the back of the box. There were the kids who just HAD to have the big box of 64, even though most of the box would go untouched because they were different, exotic, and “funny” colors. Prejudice comes from the fear of something different, and eight-year olds across America were building their prejudices by staying safely in their world of the original 8 colors they have known since kindergarten.

I used basically everything in the box. Sure, there were colors that I was more attracted to than others, but almost all of them had something cool about them. Same thing with men. And I’m not talking about just race. In the “rules of attraction,” prejudice goes far beyond race. It also includes hair color, eye color, age, height, weight, dick size, money, hairiness, baldness, etc, etc. People call it preferences. And sometimes it is just that. But when you make a blanket elimination of anyone with, or lacking, a particular attribute, it’s just prejudice. I’m not saying that I find something attractive about every man, but I do truly believe that I can find someone attractive in virtually any category of men.

Maybe it was because we were poor and I knew that even if my favorite colors were used up, there was no way I was getting a new box of 64 as long as there was even a stub of any of the other colors left. So I learned that all colors had good things about them. I can even remember taking the shavings captured in the bottom of the box and getting them warm enough in the sun to roll into weird multi-colored coloring sticks. You never knew what what color was going to come out on the page at any given moment. Maybe that’s why I like guys who are mutts. The purebreds are wonderful, but they are also intimidating. Those are the colors that you are afraid to take outside the lines.

I think school teachers should take the original 8 colors out of their students’ big boxes of 64, so they are forced to embrace the other 56. It might change an entire generation. After all, the perfect 8 make up only a small percentage of the big big world of the 64. And if you look closely enough, you’ll find attributes of those favorite 8 in all the others.

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