The Council showers with dudes....

  I am not homophobic. I am not homophobic. I am not homophobic. I repeat...I am not homophobic. Over the last couple of weeks I have showered with men. Multiple men to be exact. This may come off as the introduction of an erotic novel in which I explain why I'm not gay but then I proceed to tell the tale of how I became involved with men. I assure you I absolutely love vagina AND this is not an erotic novel. It is a blog about my uneasiness about being naked around other men with the exception being the doctor, dad or death. That last sentence had a twinge of incest.
  When I first came to The Land of the Morning Calm (Korea), I thought for sure everyone man under the age of 25 was gay. Yes, I am aware that it's a shitty conclusion to come to and no I'm not apologizing for it. In the subway and prancing down every street was a man and his man bag. Hell for a brief moment I had a man bag until somebody gave me shit for it and nick named me RJ Murse(man bag/purse). In which case I quickly sold it to a metrosexual for free.  Can you imagine a generation of twenty something year old men dressed like Ellen Degeneres complete with a murse? Fast forward almost five years later and I realized that Korean men have only one thing in mind. That thing is the common denomiator for all men the world over. It's the reason why we put on clothes and refrain from holding our balls in public. It's the power of the p-u-s-s-y.