Forget the 1980 US men’s hockey team. Forget...um...that other time something really unlikely happened at the Olympics (I’m not sure I’ve watched anything in any of the Games since Michael Johnson and his gold shoes in 1996).
No, I’m talking about the fact that Adam Rippon is, apparently, making every heterosexual man in America think, “Okay, now I get it” when they try to understand being gay. I mean, I get it—he’s no Gus Kenworthy, but he’s damn good looking. Reading the comments on DS and elsewhere, I am firmly convinced that in the past 48 hours, at least 25% of the straight guys* in America have called out his name while making sweet love to their significant others or, at the very least, looked down at their laps during ESPN highlights of his routines and said, “So here’s where we are now.”
This delights me to no end.
*-And I don’t mean “guys who convinced themselves they were straight” or “guys who insisted they were straight so they could be named president of the Mormon church.” I mean honest-to-goodness, 100% heterosexual males who have nevertheless found themselves saying, “You know, I’m an honest-to-goodness, 100% heterosexual male, but I’ll be God-damned if I don’t want that guy inside me right now.”