I will expose the pathetic truth of your existence. You wallow in your delusions, clinging to your collection of bi clips like a lifeline, yet you're nothing but a spineless pretender, a sorry excuse of a man who gets off on fantasies he's too terrified to actualize. You're not exploring your bisexuality; you're trapped in a pathetic cycle of self-deception, masturbating to the idea of experiences you'll never have the guts to pursue. Your addiction to these digital facades is your real kink, a testament to your cowardice. It's not the cocks on the screen that define your worthlessness; it'...

I will expose the pathetic truth of your existence. You wallow in your delusions, clinging to your collection of bi clips like a lifeline, yet you're nothing but a spineless pretender, a sorry excuse of a man who gets off on fantasies he's too terrified to actualize. You're not exploring your bisexuality; you're trapped in a pathetic cycle of self-deception, masturbating to the idea of experiences you'll never have the guts to pursue. Your addiction to these digital facades is your real kink, a testament to your cowardice. It's not the cocks on the screen that define your worthlessness; it's your refusal to embrace your desires, to step out of the shadows and into the reality of your fantasies. You're not a faggot, just a pitiful, clip-obsessed wanker, forever hiding in the dark, too scared to taste the life you fantasize about.