I’d sure as hell like to talk to them, but I can’t, because I’d be dead before I could say one word to them. I think if they got an idea in their thick, homosexual skulls that I was a heterosexual, it might serve as some sort of proof to them that I wasn’t really gay. If I were to tell them that I was, there would be no way they could believe me. After all, how could any straight guy like me be gay? It’s impossible.
Hey, it happens all the time. If you want to see the most bizarre, wild and outright repulsive cases of homo-eroticism in recent years, go to adult video stores and you’ll see guys of all ages kissing and embracing each other in the racks and in between the movie discs. If you want to see homoeroticism being truly repulsive and evil, watch a video of some gay dude sucking a straight guy off, then going on to rape him. A lot of these lesbians also seem to like giving their straight male counterparts a vicious facial. It’s disgusting and horrifying, and I sure as hell wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.
These homosexuals make fun of me because I’m a “fag.” But for most of my life, I’ve been very much a “daddy.”
How did my life turn out the way it did? For many years, I was ashamed of my feelings, but after I finally came to terms with them and realized what I was, I began to look at homosexuals and their desires and come to the realization that we were actually not so different than straight men, and I began to try to be a better person and make better choices.
So, I’m not completely unfamiliar with the sexual pleasures that straight men can get out of other men.
I think what I don’t understand is the fact that these homosexuals don’t want to be with a man who is a normal, healthy heterosexual. Instead, they go after straight men who are on the down low, perverts or masochists. There’s nothing wrong with being a masochist, and straight men with perversions can certainly still be productive and contribute to society, but I have a hard time understanding why some of these guys wouldn’t want a normal, healthy, hard-working, self-assured, intelligent, handsome man, like me, to be with him instead of some deviant or pervert.
I’ve met plenty of gay people, and I know a good deal about them. I just don’t know how one can be so full of themselves and so stuck on their sex-fetish lifestyle that they will go after what they’re not attracted to just to satisfy their “little nympho cravings.”
How can they expect me to sleep with them and have some stupid, awkward relationship with them? When I’m with a man, I want it to be an intense, passionate, exciting, fun and sometimes incredible experience–not some strange, unnatural homosexual experience with a bunch of perverts.
This past weekend, I went to a gay pride parade in Boston. I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about, but I couldn’t believe what I saw–most of the men who were in the parade, the dozens who were walking around the city and most of the hundreds of onlookers were totally naked. It was hard to believe that the same human beings were driving up to the parade in automobiles, dressed in their business clothes and sitting in their seats at the parade, and they wouldn’t get out of their cars and try to have a normal sexual experience with any one of these naked freaks of nature.
Instead,