So, you keep telling yourself you’re not gay, just a connoisseur of dicks, right? How wonderfully delusional! You can't even pass a man without drooling over the bulge in his pants, yet you cling to this charade of heterosexuality like it’s your lifeline. It’s laughable, really. You sneak off to gay nudist beaches, hiding from your wife, basking in your deceit while ogling at all the cocks you pretend not to crave. Let’s cut the —you’re not fooling anyone. You're a gay, through and through, dreaming of every dick you see, completely indifferent to women’s bodies that supposedly should arous...

So, you keep telling yourself you’re not gay, just a connoisseur of dicks, right? How wonderfully delusional! You can't even pass a man without drooling over the bulge in his pants, yet you cling to this charade of heterosexuality like it’s your lifeline. It’s laughable, really. You sneak off to gay nudist beaches, hiding from your wife, basking in your deceit while ogling at all the cocks you pretend not to crave. Let’s cut the —you’re not fooling anyone. You're a gay, through and through, dreaming of every dick you see, completely indifferent to women’s bodies that supposedly should arouse you. Admit it, embrace it; you’re obsessed with men, not just their dicks but their asses too. You're not just gay; you’re a walking, talking cliché of denial, desperately sucking down your true desires with every man you mentally undress. So, stop lying to yourself and everyone else; the only straight thing about you is your tragic attempt at playing heterosexual.