When I was growing up in the Nazarene Church, nearly everything was a sin, a one-way ticket to eternal damnation:
Reading any non-religious books or magazines, including the newspaper, on Sunday.
Dancing, "even in the guise of physical education class."
Eating any food that contained alcohol or sounded like it contained alcohol, like beer nuts.
Games with dice, including Monopoly.
Playing cards.
Entering a Catholic church, even an architectural masterpiece like the Cathedral of Notre Dame.
Saying bad words, even "gee," "gosh," and "golly."
I started breaking away during my senior year in high school. It took a couple of years to severe all ties, and a few more years to stop feeling guilty over the Nazarene "sins."
Today I'm doing pretty well. I only feel twinges of guilt on occasion, when I read the Sunday newspaper or play golf.
But there are two "sins" that I've never overcome:
1. Alcohol. I don't mind being in a bar or restaurant that serves it, but I won't have it in my house. I've had two glasses of wine and 1 1/2 cans of beer in my life.
2. Cards. Seeing playing cards fills me with revulsion. Especially the face cards -- Jacks, Kings, Queens. I won't touch them.
Fortunately, card games -- Bridge, Poker, Gin Rummy, Pinocle -- seem to be primarily a heterosexual pastime. No one in West Hollywood, New York, or Florida ever invited me to "play cards."
I understand that there's a game called Strip Poker, in which everyone who loses a hand must remove an article of clothing. It's purportedly designed to give heterosexuals a chance to see people of the opposite sex naked.
But skillful male players usually suggest the game to unskilled female players, or they plan in advance with multiple articles of clothing, so the decks are stacked against seeing a male Full Monte.
Unless it's an all male group.
Here's another all-male group.
Gay men don't really need a game to trick other men into taking off their clothes. You can just ask.
So they don't usually play strip poker.
Strip Twister, maybe.
In 2006, Paddy Power held the first annual World Strip Poker Championship in London. Freelance writer John Young beat out 194 other contestants, mostly male, by keeping his clothes on the longest. He won a fig leaf trophy and $10,000, to be donated to the charity of his choice.
See also: Twister; and The Night I Drank 1 1/2 Cans of Beer.
I'm sure that some of those all male strip pokers game led to some gay action in the bedroom
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