‘Okay, where shall I start, faggot? Do you feel shame or embarrassment, or are you just numb to all of that by now? When you are face to face with an actual man, a heterosexual man, like me, how does it make you feel that your manhood is totally gone? When you kneel before a real man and beg to worship his body, his penis, his maleness, does it make you feel awkward? When I humiliate and degrade you, like when I use your mouth as an ashtray, or when I slap you or spit in your face, do you feel bad because I am calling attention to your inferiority? I’m just curious about what makes you pitiful sick homosexuals tick…’
First, I have all the same questions of you, heterosexual man. Are you not ashamed and embarrassed to be limited to the little pussy you can get, misled as you are that you somehow have dominance over whomever you might coerce or conquer. You are proud, apparently, to be a typical, would-be or alpha-in-fact, conventional, predictable male, proclaiming truth in a myth that has never been more than a delusion.
When you are face-to-face with an actual faggot, a lifelong homosexual, like me, how do you feel having only your so-called manhood. What offends you, tempts you. You can not have it; so you do not want anyone else to have it. You are afraid to have it; so you do not want anyone else to have it. You find it alluring, mesmerising, fascinating, but it is not in your network, not cool with your family and friends, neighbourhood, church, and party; so you hate it. Maybe you have a monster dick. Maybe your sperm count is higher than normal. Maybe you are even an accomplished fucker. All of those contribute to manhood, to be sure, but all are in response to the call to breed, a call made by womanhood.
When a woman kneels before you, to suck your dick, to get you hard enough to fuck her, does it occur to you that you are only once again being used to accomplish the formulaic task of seeding another female? Or are you one of so many fucking cowards who cover their dicks, afraid of all the other men who have fucked that pussy? Your job is simple. All you have to do is to get hard and to fuck.
The humiliation and the degrading you suppose to subject are again your allusions of grandeur, your delusions of self-aggrandisement. If no humiliation is felt, no degrading suffered, how do you presume to have inflicted such. Submission is not the acceptance of abuse. Submission is an acceptance of destiny, and it is in that surrender alone that strength is granted by destiny.
Inferiority supposes superiority. What makes you, or any man, superior to anyone else? Your reckless playing of the male cards suggests rather the self-acknowledged constraint, the stereotypically gender-defined cautions that limit your every movement, stifle your every breath, weaken or emasculate your every utterance.
My responses to your questions of me forthcoming.
