Your extreme preoccupation with homosexuality provides the first clue.
Your insistence that you are not really queer until you
Do It seals the case.
I think you're a close personal acquaintance of Dorothy, and I also conclude that you spend most of your time navigating up and down the longest river in Africa.
So you see, all this time you spend inside your head battling those fantasies that just will not go away, it actually
does mean that you are gay, as in Ho Mo Sexual, queer, a poofter. You. You, XenonII, I'm diagnosing gurlfriend. You really do need to work on the festive part though. And I can just imagine your wardrobe, Oy!
You know, I was brought up with a religious affliction too, and I tried to deny it for the longest time, just like you are doing, Peaches. But in the end, if you'll pardon a little pun for comic relief, I could not take it anymore. I had to admit, first to myself, that no amount of wishful thinking or religious claptrap was going to change the fact that I like guys. And I really do.
It's so much easier when you stop fighting yourself. I found it gave me much more energy and let me focus on important tasks like ridiculing religion and confronting homophobia. I'm much more productive now. Hell, I'm queer for a living! Well, I would be if I were earning money from it.
You can help my efforts to Promote the Homosexual Agenda™ by visiting one of my many online shopping sites,all proceeds from our
web stores are used to help promote queerness and counter the mental illness known as Fundamentalist Disorder.
Hugs!
Steve
