Now, I have nothing against David Beckham personally. I mean let’s face it, to many — or at least several — of my fellow homosexualists, he is hot.

But here’s the thing: a little hotness goes a long way with me. And much like that really cool song you dig at first but can’t stand to hear after the 10th consecutive play on the radio, too much is really just too much.

Unless you’re a masochist, then it’s not enough.

So it pains me to say, attractive though I find him, I’m tired of seeing Mr. Beckham in his underwear. I realize that to some this would make me a bad homosexual. To them I offer a smack upside the head.