I have the goggles. Or maybe the cybernetic implants. I can't see two males onscreen without starting to think how (not "if") they could wind up in bed together. (Or in couch. Or on blanket under the stars. Or trapped in a cage. Or whatever.)
On the one hand, it inspires me to seek out new fic and meta. On the other, my friends think I'm whacked. And I have to be careful not to squick my family. ("Harry/Kreacher? Sure, what teenage boy wouldn't delight in a slave who has to obey his every whim. Especially one he hates. Maybe Harry's too ethical to continue it for long--but the idea's got to cross his mind.")