I'm not even necessarily talking about that particular woman anymore, as I've already stated. I'm talking about the most extreme, worst possible scenario imaginable. The mordibly obese female in the photograph is merely what I feel the breaking point is for most people -- the thing I'm not buying is the idea that you don't HAVE a breaking point.
I'm betting, however, that I can find one. I'm going to push this as far as I possibly can (and believe me, I've known guys who won't even concede when I take things this far, so you wouldn't be the first if you still insist). Let's frame it this way -- a 90-year old, 800-pound, syphillis-infested, halfway-decomposing woman. She's got some extreme facial deformities, a fungal infection around every roll of fat, and her genitalia is maggot-infested. Parts of her skin are literally rotting off of her body, and various bits of sore, raw flesh is showing from beneath.
In the other corner, freshly-showered, sweet-smelling Brad Pitt. It'll be over soon, he's willing to do it any way you want (from a simple handjob on up) and you can get on with your life afterwards. One or the other, you've got to choose, or a demon possesses your body ... and forces you to endure both (alternately) for eternity, without end.
Make your choice. If you still pick the woman, I'll concede to your absolute straightness. I'll have difficulty believing that you're honest ... but I'll consider the issue dropped.