I’m disguised as a gay. No one would know me. I’ve undone the first two buttons on my shirt.
hetero IS not bettero. They come in division strength: 28 blocks long, twenty thousand weak. Gay Pride Day. Just think of all that thrown-away male seed: it’s inconceivable. Banners. Floats. A contingent from Parents of Gays (who will never be grandparents). And people who are little, self-designed tableaux vivants. The Good Fairy on roller skates with magic wand and insect-webby Miss Havisham gown. Three or four outfitted to fight Star Wars. And beautiful, half-bare siliconical breasts: a turn-on that messes with the straight-male mind, mine.





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