Soft, Supple Bodies

        I hate queers. Fags. Faggots. I suppose that’s redundant but I don’t care.  I hate them. I think they all ought to go back to hell. Begat from the Dark Prince himself, he defecated them onto Earth to destroy the moral and righteous. Sometimes these rainbow necromancers can turn a straight man from his need for tits and pussy and turn him towards sodomy. I won’t even touch a woman’s ass for fear that I might commit sodomy.

       These faggots are turning America, our modern day Eden, into a new Soddom and Gommorah. They’ve infiltrated the priests, touching little boys and turning them into queers. We need real men to become our priests, and gear our boys towards women, instead of other men.  And I’ll bet it’s the queers’ idea to let women into the cloth: blasphemy, goddamned blasphemy. Anyway, I’m getting onto another subject entirely. Jesus Christ,  I’m no theologian, but I just don’t think women should be priests, almost as much as I know that gays shouldn’t be priests. It just don’t make any sense.  And as for our government?  having these God-fearing senators fighting against this scourge of humanity turning out to be one of them? Why it’s wrong, and small- minded if you ask me. I would never stick my foot under a stall for no reason; I don’t even tap my foot to some grooving music. I don’t want no man of the law holding me down, my pants half way down my ass, cuffing me, calling me a faggot! I am not a faggot, and I’ll fight anybody who says I am! I’m God fearing, and woman fucking: not a fag.

         Let me tell you a story of how I get my revenge on them gays. Sometimes, late at night, I like to go where men and boys take money for sex, or blowjobs, or hand jobs, or other immoral, kinky stuff; I guess you’d call them prostitutes; I think they do it for fun, not because they can’t make it nowhere else like most other poor prostitutes. You know most prostitutes get beat up, and hurt all the time by their pimps, but not them fags. They do it for fun so they don’t ever need a pimp. Jesus Christ, I sure am a damn bleeding heart, go on about prostitutes and their problems and not finishing my story like I’m supposed to. Anyway, I go late at night and mess with those heathens. I’ll make them suck my dick, you know really pumping on it, and then sometimes I’ll make them masturbate and I’ll watch or I’ll make them fuck me real hard but I won’t pay them, except with a punch– making them bleed all over their outfits, their soft, supple bodies underneath. Some say kissable, but I don’t. And they can’t kiss me. That’s gay.

         Somebody asked me if I thought gays should be allowed to get married. Obviously this was somebody who didn’t know me too well, but I sure set him straight. I told him now why should they get to have a break on their taxes like the rest of us God fearing folks? Why should they be allowed to change the way our constitution is written? Ain’t nobody ever added an amendment to it, it’s a dead document for God’s sake. It can’t be changed! Besides the bastards shouldn’t be alive, let alone allowed to live harmoniously with other straight couples like my future wife and me?  I’d move out of my neighborhood if they moved in, and I’ll move out of this country if they ever get the right to marry.  Then he pulled out his dick and started beating it real hard, just like we had pre-arranged. He said he agreed with me, faggots ought to go back to where they come from, hell I said, as my dick swelled with blood, and he ejaculated exhaustedly. I hate queers.