A hypothetical scenario… Imagine you were a guy, a grown-ass, heterosexual man, working for a secret satanic society and outlaw motorcycle gang, and part of the deal there, part of being extreme and on the edge, is that you have to flaunt convention by open-mouth-tongue-kissing with your homosexual male supervisor.
This guy is sitting at home, shocked and dismayed that the people who were the leaders of his outlaw gang, people who were previously considered untouchable, are dead now.
And he’s thinking about what’s been happening, and about how strange it is that things could change. Things you’ve relied upon, things you thought were unmovable–they have been shaken and disturbed. The future looms heavily, disorder the new order.
But wow–at least I don’t have to feel some old guy’s stubble and moustache on my face and mouth because the guy likes gay action and I have to do it.
No more forced gay. I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t like things changing, but man, it’s nice not to have to make out with a dude anymore.
What if this is what this is all about–no more forced, unwanted sex? Among other things?
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