An Awkward Situation

The world has come to a point in time where all men are born and bred gay. They are a superior gender where women are dual roles of vessels of pleasure and of the practical use of reproducing more human beings. As before, there are 2 forms of women, the working women who are utilized effectively and efficiently to sew, cook, look after the children, clean, sweep, bathe the men, and fulfill the men’s daily urges. Or the few goddesses who are placed on pedestals, worshipped and fantasized by all. Only the manliest or the occasional fool may have the privilege of tasting this celestial She-being.

The work place is swarmed only with men. They are almost all equal in rank. Those that are despicable to look at are often compensated with hereditary wealth or intelligence, and the imbecilic are blessed with perfectly sculpted looks. They find themselves, the beautiful and the smart, in a lock-and-key relationship, an inseparable and undeniably homosexual relationship.

Why would anyone want the inconvenient women with their wishy-washy-ways? “To eat or not to eat the strawberry, cause eating one would cause me to put on a hundredth of a calorie, or not to eat it and be absolutely a slave to one’s insecurities?” Women are for sex and sex alone. There is no other use for them. Why even a well skilled mouth could do just as well, at times even better than God’s gift to women. One might ponder why God gave us a mouth as well.

The rulers of this entire system are the beautiful intellectuals. Homosexuals – they love themselves most – and hence they love men. They work the hardest in their careers, in bed, at lunch, at dinner, on the way home to dinner whilst driving as well. And so as to keep these rulers and the spectacularly-brilliant individuals alive and motivated to work – without getting them corrupt – we have to pay them well too.