Mom! Stop asking me this! Geez!
No. I'm not dirty. I'm clean and effective. In fact, if I could use one word to describe my sex life, it would probably be efficient. Or haberdashery.
Don't get me wrong; I'll let a gaunt hobo watch from a wicker chair in the corner. It's just that he'll be watching a very precise, well-thought out plumbing of my wife's fleshy depths.
I'm just kidding.
I don't own a wicker chair.
Short Answer: I do own a wicker chair. But the rule is you have to be naked to sit in it. Vagrants have yet to protest the condition.