Gay people being intimate really puts me off

The idea of one’s own parents doing the deed is off-putting to most people; doesn’t mean it’s wrong or shouldn’t happen.

Parents, or siblings, or even friends. I think most of people doesn’t like to imagine their relatives doing intimate things…
And it is also true for my cat. I much as I love him, I don’t want to see him doing anything with another cat in front of me :smiley:

[quote=“natahem”]Parents, or siblings, or even friends. I think most of people doesn’t like to imagine their relatives doing intimate things…
And it is also true for my cat.[/quote]

I thought you were gonna say your cat doesn’t like to imagine his relatives doing intimate things.

When I was a kid my grandma came over for afternoon tea one day. The ladies were sat down in the lounge :shocker: sipping Earl Grey, nibbling at scones and saying nice things about my mother’s doily collection when our large Suffolk ram (a large breed of meat sheep with a black face and legs) mounted one of our Border Leicester ewes (a white-faced sheep) directly outside the lounge room window. It was quite a performance - multiple performances, in fact, replete with multiple lip curling Flehmen responses between acts. It was a hot day, conducive to both open windows and heavy panting. A connoisseur of film may have observed the view framed by the lounge room curtains and compared it to one of the classic scenes of interracial pornography. But my grandma, for her part, simply maintained a stiff upper lip of her own throughout. Perhaps that is where the phrase comes from. :ponder:

[quote=“antarcticbeech”][quote=“natahem”]Parents, or siblings, or even friends. I think most of people doesn’t like to imagine their relatives doing intimate things…
And it is also true for my cat.[/quote]

I thought you were gonna say your cat doesn’t like to imagine his relatives doing intimate things.

When I was a kid my grandma came over for afternoon tea one day. The ladies were sat down in the lounge :shocker: sipping Earl Grey, nibbling at scones and saying nice things about my mother’s doily collection when our large Suffolk ram (a large breed of meat sheep with a black face and legs) mounted one of our Border Leicester ewes (a white-faced sheep) directly outside the lounge room window. It was quite a performance - multiple performances, in fact, replete with multiple lip curling Flehmen responses between acts. It was a hot day, conducive to both open windows and heavy panting. A connoisseur of film may have observed the view framed by the lounge room curtains and compared it to one of the classic scenes of interracial pornography. But my grandma, for her part, simply maintained a stiff upper lip of her own throughout. Perhaps that is where the phrase comes from. :ponder:[/quote]

Classic post. Both entertaining and instructive.

I would point out though, a fairly large proportion of British society (Aberdonians, Lakelanders, the inhabitants of Anglesey, go without saying) very much enjoy contemplating ovine congress.