Free Fall Fruit Flavored Fag
One day I just woke up and the whole fag scene fell apart before my eyes. I was disgusted at myself and no one else. Like a frog in a warming pan of water I stayed a few seconds too long. But I woke up to my delusion.
Gay is just another brand name like Yoga or Spirituality. Gay doesn’t mean anything anymore. Gays need to use the word fag just like Africans use the N word. I am making homosexuality exciting again by going back into the closet. Now that gay is mainstream and everybody wants to be queer I am scared straight.
It all started when a little gay man with a huge moustache said: “Maybe we can catch a movie sometime.” I don’t want to go to the movies with men who are three inches shorter than me. I want to meet clandestinely with men who are three inches taller than me and have them make me into a girl. I am getting done with the whole gay in public scene. I would rather talk to a cool chick then get serviced by another desert queen.
Palm Springs desert queens are good for servicing my needs. There are things I will let gay men do to me that I will not reciprocate. Servicing is all I want from Palm Springs desert queens these days. Now it is the summer time and only the poverty cases like me are left here in this 122 degree desert heat.
There are very few young gays down here in retirement land. From now on I am only gay for pay. How much does a fluffer make these days? I once got paid $200 to be a fluffer on a straight porn movie. I fluffed the actor because it was cheaper to have me to it than a girl. I am the auxiliary girl.
Once when I was camping some gay teenage aliens put a probe up my butt. It all happened like in a dream. They took me up into their mothership for a few days. I don’t remember very much of it. There were a hundred horney wll hung teenage homosexual aliens watching the experiments. I remember thinking to myself: “I hope all of these aliens are at least 18 years of age.”