When a weird, pseudo-sexual thought pops into my brain I force myself to think about it.
I just had one of those, and of course I’m going to tell you all about it.
I’m watching Macaulay Culkin’s interview with Joe Rogan. It’s a great interview. While Macaulay was talking about eating dinner at 10pm in Paris, I found myself wanting to press my forehead, eye area, and upper nose into the side of his neck and just rest it there.
I don’t think it’s entirely sexual.
It’s definitely not not sexual.
But it isn’t fully sexual.
I am not really attracted to Macaulay Culkin. However, I am quite attracted to very pale, white skin when it has a pinkish undertone.
Joe Rogan is a very handsome, manly man. His neck is great.
But this wasn’t about Joe Rogan and his rugged, hulking man neck.
This was about Macaulay Culkin’s alabaster, porcelain neck.
This also wasn’t about leading to something sexual.
This was about feeling the smooth feeling of what I imagine is cool, smooth skin on my eyes and forehead.
As people, both Joe Rogan and Macaulay Culkin are intellectually fascinating. They seem smart and entertaining. I would love to talk to either of them.
All I’m saying is that my brain thought it, not me.
It was weird, but I’m cool with it.