The sordid things I see around here...

If you're offended by the sight of graphic gay sex acts, you'll want to find a safer haven on the Internet than my site. However, if you are brave of constitution and adventurous, follow me down the Hershey Highway of Love.

It was a typical summer Monday, hot, muggy, the smell of turkey bacon hanging in the air like a Blue Angel on pause; there I was, minding my own business, busily arranging tchotchkes on their new shelves like the mature adult I am, when I heard a high-pitched yowl at my bedroom door. Only one creature in this house has such a stunning soprano voice, and that would be Eeyore, aka Bubbies. His voice is even higher than that of Incredibly Gay Wobbles, who was apparently off practicing his gaiety somewhere else at the time. I admitted Eeyore and he made a beeline for my pillow and settled in for a blessed, dog-free nap.

As I amused myself far more than was necessary with my three Scarface action figures, each in a distinctive suit of clothing, all posed as if they were battling for air guitar superiority, there was a most demanding knock upon my door. Actually, it was more of a pounding, an imperious order to unbar the gate and make way for the King. It was, of course, Roo, aka Rooster, aka The Great Mouse Killer, and he wouldn't even bother knocking if it weren't for his tragic lack of thumbs. I hurried to let his highness in, and he flitted his tail at me charitably and sauntered over to the bed.

There he spied his long-time concubine, Eeyore, who had moved down toward the fan at the foot of the bed. Apparently, turkey bacon was not the only thing heavy in the air, as Roo's eyes lit up with a mixture of lust and romantic longing upon spying the handsome yet shy Eeyore. Before you could say "Rough Rider" Roo was upon Eeyore, expressing his love in a totally dominant fashion.

There they were, two elderly gay male cats having sex on my bed. What else could I do? Of course, I grabbed the camera and documented the tender moment, which I will now sully even further by sharing it with you here.



Roo mounts his love with a grace unknown to human men.



Apparently, this butt sex is deLIcious.



I can't decide if Eeyore is silently asking for my help, or if he's begging me to turn the camera off and let them have their moment with some dignity.



Spent, Roo dismounts as Eeyore wonders, "When do I get to finish?"



Obviously, gay cat butt sex is exhausting.



The after-butt-sex cuddle. Must've been delicious for Eeyore, too.



Now, you tell me how gay love can be wrong when it's so adorable.