The love that dare not speak its name has writ, and moved on. Whoso is a man is also a nonconformist. Judge not, lest ye be judged, for hypocrisy is the tribute vice pays to virtue. You don’t need an weatherman to know which way the rent boy blows.
The love that dare not speak its name has writ, and moved on. Whoso is a man is also a nonconformist. Judge not, lest ye be judged, for hypocrisy is the tribute vice pays to virtue. You don’t need an weatherman to know which way the rent boy blows.