He loves--LOVES--people with pussies. Period. He uses people like me to deal with the problems he has with being alone.
I am--WAS--I mean, company to him, a distraction from whatever demons drive him away from dealing with himself.
No more. From now on, he'll have to rely soley upon himself and his pussy-bearing friends for happiness and companionship. I have nothing to offer people who find love (in the form of folks like me) and then let their biases and prejudices--meaning sexual preferences( I'll admit to thinking they are a culturally contrived pieces of bullshit, these things we call "sexual preferences)-- turn them away, and let themselves be ruled by them as though their crotch wears a crown and they are its humble servant.
Goodbye, all you straight guys.
Goodbye, Jason, Tim, Jody, Lukan, Steven.
And, now, at last, Jeff. Welcome to the ranks of people who don't love me because I lack a slot between my legs.
And welcome to the ranks of people I just plain don't love.
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