Son, we live in a world that has walls

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men(and now women and trannies) with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? I have a girthier cock than you can possibly fathom. You jerry-reply me because you’re drunk, and you curse the endowed. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know — that my dick, while swollen, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, punishes even the “size-queens” out there.

You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at the gay bars, you want me — you need me. We use words like “big,” “dick,” “energy.” We use these words as the rebuttals of a life spent defending our gifts from god. You use us as sex toys, if you’re lucky.

I have the time and the inclination to explain myself to a random missouri madghostsor who bemoans and feeds me shitty replies while under the blanket of the very massive cock that I’ve provided and then questions the manner in which I provided it.

I would rather that you just said “fuck you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a better way to come back at me. Either way, I don’t give a DAMN what you think you’re about to say anyways.

#Son #live #world #walls

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