Whenever I read something like that, I’m reminded that God somehow slipped up when he was handing out the rest of my heterosexual credentials.
I would sail into a bar, and come on like gangbusters to any female that gave me the slightest green light, (but I’d stop dead if that light flickered), or if a friend called to say he was at a party, with wall to wall tens, I'd be out hailing a taxi.
Apparently, most straight guys are turned on by two women kissing, or more, Christ knows what went wrong, or right as I see it, with me, but the thought of that makes me want to throw up, the same as if it were two guys.
Sure, I know there are gays and lesbians in the world, good luck to them, long may they thrive, but I get no kicks out of seeing their PDAs, jeez, I avert my eyes politely if a straight couple start to smooch, I’m not a voyeur.