I used to think homosexuality was gross. To narrow it down to specifics, I used to think man-on-man sex was repulsive, unnatural, and ugly. But that's because my introduction to gay sex was from a complimentary DVD that came with my roommate's online order of "personal" supplies. With a bag of popcorn, she and I watched as two muscular men slammed each other in the assholes until a pool of blood formed on the ground. I'm so not kidding here.
Luckily, ten years later with many gay friends and experiences myself, I realize I had only witnessed a low-grade, bad acted porno, and that it was not like all man-on-man sexual encounters to be classless and dirty.
Point? If you ever want to feel what it's like to go through the confusion of falling for the same sex when you didn't intend to, Plan B might be worth a view. This movie made me feel awkward with the characters, as well as made me laugh out loud on a few occasions. Even more so, I found that being a witness to two young, Spanish-speaking men, who danced around the prospect of being intimate with one another, was a mild turn-on. It even had me questioning my outdated beliefs of who I can and cannot love, which to me, is a good thing.
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