Okay I had this interstellar thought pattern enter my subconscious just a few minutes ago.
I was snoozing since there is not one dang thing for me to do otherwise.
So the freaky vision was me on a floating star out in the Delta Quadrant and here was some tranz wanting to do the queer thing with me. That concept would be of a need of a very sharp knife and rubber band in conscience thought. So I got to summarizing is that the same thought that women have about us male corpuscles? A big slung headed for a vulnerable bodily orifice? Perhaps it is easier for women to fantasize about other women doing other women than guys slobbering over another guy.
I don't care about how it's dressed or not dressed or what garnish one puts on it. Queeriness is not in my vocabulary.
Vaginas meeting Vaginas is one thing, but a Penis meeting a peenis is just something that makes me puke. I don't care what butter Gorge Carlin put on it. It would not feel or be okay.
Something we will be exploring on the air Tuesday night on AyreWolf Radio 📻 on: ayrewolffm.com just follow the link.
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