Much as when I was giving up smoking, I seem to be running out of gay. This doesn't mean I'm reincarnating as straight, I seem to be heading for limbo, maybe I've discovered an unexplored region in the constellation of sexuality: limbosexual. I've had phases of asexual interest, though now it's different, I'm like a vegetarian who's indifferent about meat. I've always suspected that to be gay you needed a gay receptor in the brain: the image of an erect penis finds its spot in the gay brain, and the connection is made. Yet, my brain seems to be running out of gay spots. The few men in the street and the painfully erect ones in porno sites are curiously devoid of appendices. It feels like being kidnapped by a bevy of savages who then invite you to tea. It reminds of when cigarettes stopped being my life savers. Am I escaping the harem at long last?