Today, I will unveil the stark, revolting truth about a woman's anus, instilling in you an unshakeable disgust for everything associated with it. I'll break down every abhorrent detail—the offensive smell that emanates from that orifice, a pungent reminder of its primary, unseemly function. You'll come to loathe the sight of it, the unappealing look, the possible presence of hair that makes it even more repulsive. I'll expose the nauseating reality of its wetness, not a sign of arousal but a symbol of uncleanliness, and how perilously close it resides to the vagina, blurring lines you wish ...

Today, I will unveil the stark, revolting truth about a woman's anus, instilling in you an unshakeable disgust for everything associated with it. I'll break down every abhorrent detail—the offensive smell that emanates from that orifice, a pungent reminder of its primary, unseemly function. You'll come to loathe the sight of it, the unappealing look, the possible presence of hair that makes it even more repulsive. I'll expose the nauseating reality of its wetness, not a sign of arousal but a symbol of uncleanliness, and how perilously close it resides to the vagina, blurring lines you wish remained distinct. By the time I'm through, the very thought of a woman's backside will make your skin crawl.

Then, I will elevate your understanding, showing you the superiority of a man's anus, a true symbol of masculine prowess. You'll learn to worship it, recognizing the man's backside as a bastion of strength and dominance, an object deserving of your adoration. Through this enlightening degradation, you will be reborn, your desires irrevocably altered, forever repulsed by the female form and devoutly drawn to the powerful allure of the male. Embrace your new truth, for I will reshape your desires, molding you into the gay you were always meant to be, worshipping at the altar of masculine superiority.