I thought that I had that post figured out, but you raise the same doubts in my mind, too, Lady Di. 😉
Seriously, though...
Why is it that men are concerned that pleasure derived from an enema or rectal play somehow makes a man gay? Just because something penetrates his anus? Because an inanimate object in his rectum produces sexual pleasure? Have any of us tried to think this through for ourselves?
I personally think that it's because we refuse to recognize that we actually have very fragile egos --egos threatened when we think that we're involved with something we believe to be the exclusive territory of gays -- such as the anus or rectum -- where enemas or rectal play cause sexual pleasure.
As men, we have very weak egos when it comes to behaviors that we mistakenly believe are exclusively gay, straight -- or even male. We traditionally, perhaps culturally, think that women are the ones who are screwed up when it comes to ego.
The truth, guys, is that we are isolated, remote, shallow, fragile and very uncertain of ourselves where there are threats to our egos associated with a given behavior: women (from my observation) are grounded in relationships with others when it comes to their egos and are in truth more stable psychologically in this regard.
When we see weakness of character or purpose in another man, what do we call him? A wuss. A pussy. We've got it all wrong, bros. (I've seen more character, perseverance, inner strength, determination and raw courage in single mothers that we'll ever understand...)
We are our own worst enemies, too, guys -- something that goes way beyond our egos being threatened by a rectal finger wave. With the exception of those who have had combat shape them into tight-knit, cohesive groups of men trusting each other with their very lives, we don't know how to trust and depend on one another because we're such cutthroat jerks.
When we develop that trust in one another -- and in ourselves -- the same way that infantry soldiers bond together as a "band of brothers" -- and have the same, sound, self-confident egos to match, see how little we're threatened by a nozzle rubbing our prostate or our girlfriend/wife wiggling their finger in our butt.