Is two men making out disgusting? Well I'm not gonna be one of them and I can turn my head so WTF do I care. Most men are born and grow up to want to make out with this:
But some would rather kiss this, and he prefers same:
To say one's preference is normal and the other's isn't, and that it's a choice instead of a natural inclination makes no sense.
Wrong. This is not a subjective argument.
Gay people can't even procreate and the CDC says the homosexual lifestyle is worse than smoking, so if your feelings are leading you to a dark place contrary to human biology and health, clearly there is something wrong with YOUR MIND, not society.
Btw, two women "fucking" one another may make great porn, but have you ever noticed they need an ARTIFICIAL PLASTIC PENIS to do it?
There is nothing 'natural' or 'equal' or 'normal' about gay thoughts and/or behavior - nothing.
Is two men making out disgusting? Well I'm not gonna be one of them and I can turn my head so WTF do I care. Most men are born and grow up to want to make out with this:
But some would rather kiss this, and he prefers same:
To say one's preference is normal and the other's isn't, and that it's a choice instead of a natural inclination makes no sense.
It is natural....for them. That's the part you don't grasp.
The Discovery of an Alternate Sexuality:
Many gays begin to recognize their sexual preferences sometime around puberty, if not before. For me it was the same. I was about 12 when the first inklings of a sexual preference bubbled up in me, though at the time I thought little of it. As I turned 13 it occurred to me that what I initially took as a phase had begun to solidify into something more troubling. Even so, at this point I could still convince myself that I was within the realm of normalcy. Then something happened that all but removed my ability to continue this self-denial: my Eureka Moment.
One day, as I was sketching in my grandparents’ living room, a neighbor of theirs came to visit with his seven-year-old daughter in tow. At first I hadn’t noticed her because she was quiet. I only heard my grandpa and his neighbor chatting in the kitchen while I sketched. Soon the little girl walked into the dining room and stood at the archway entrance to the living room, watching me draw. I can still see her today in my mind’s eye: dressed in blue jeans and a nearly matching denim jacket, with pristine blue eyes and a halo of wispy blond curls framing her face. She seemed somehow larger than life and almost ancient in the way she stood so perfectly still. Then, just like that, she was gone; she and her father left. That singular moment, though it could scarcely have lasted more than a few minutes, has become seared into my memory.
He Touched Me:
So how had this happened? Well, I have a pretty good idea. When I was seven years old, I was fondled in the front yard of my grandparents’ home by a man I barely knew. It was a one-time event in my life and not a particularly traumatic one. A man I’ll call Hans, a German who was acquainted with my uncle and aunt from when they lived in Nuremberg, had come to visit America. He spent a day and a night at their place, and they lived next door to my family along with my grandparents, who shared their two-story brick house. That day, the man lingered in the house with my grandma, who was stuck with him while everyone else had gone to work, and as neither could speak the other’s language, it quickly became uncomfortable for both.
Grammy’s solution was to send Hans outside with one of the grandkids. As I happened to be in the room at the time, I was assigned the task. “Take him out and show him Papa’s garden,” she told me. “Tell him the names of the vegetables. He’d probably enjoy that.” I agreed. Besides, even though I knew not a whit of German, I was very much at ease in Hans’s presence. He was painfully thin, with a messy mop of hair and large glasses. I should point out that the men in my life, including my father, were gruff blue-collar types who could intimidate me. Hans was different: gentle, soft-spoken and appealingly awkward—a lot like me!
I took the man’s right hand with my left (my good hand) and led him out into the garden, which took up most of the front lawn at my grandparents’ place. I escorted my new friend down the rows of veggies, calling out each one as we passed it, and Hans would gleefully parrot the names. This went on until we made our way through the entire garden. I was proud to find myself educating an adult rather than the other way around. When the English lesson was over, Hans plopped himself down on a patch of earth near the garden and patted the spot next to him, indicating he wanted me to sit there. I did. I couldn’t believe this peculiar man I barely knew was so eager to connect with me, the weird little kid nobody liked. It felt good.
For long minutes we simply enjoyed each other’s company. Then, out of the blue, Hans slipped a hand into my shorts, even though we were only about 30 feet from the poorly paved country road that meandered through this stretch of country. This went on for several minutes. I was confused but not frightened or troubled.
Scary, scary people in here. I'm mean legit scary
Yeah, we don't expect you to keep up either. Your true calling in life was spreading the gospel of government in that soup kitchen - until one day all that magically changed and you won millions in a couple poker tournaments?
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Do you even know how to calculate best possible hand?
LMFAO!
Scary, scary people in here. I'm mean legit scary
Zit do you realize you are always citing exceptions as if they were the rule? For every Anne Heche there are hundreds of thousands who were not. You are actually making my argument for me. IMO sexuality runs along a spectrum. Most people are probably 100% straight. Others are at various places on the spectrum. But you ain't 'fixing' the David Muirs of the world. I'm sure growing up he tried his best to love yodeling in the canyon, ya know. But he just couldn't do it. Gay guys get more pussy in HS then the rest of us. All the girls are trying to turn them. The rest of us don't start getting laid until we stop trying so hard. But gay guys always go back to gay guys. Even if you think Mrs. Bachmann's hubby has cured them. He's probably a closet fruit himself.
Precisely why they're not scary. They keep it "in here." You're going to come to a point one day (Joe even moreso) where you realize that some people have different, or downright ridiculous opinions that you cannot change. If Ace pulled the shit on me that he does toward you he might get 1 reply for every dozen posts. At some point I will stop responding in this thread. It doesn't mean I (or you) lose the argument. Just know that Vit. Like I always say - Time is the most dominant force in the universe. We all choose how we spend it. I visited the graves of 10 deceased family members today. I don't believe any of them knew I was there. But I spoke to all of them anyway. Sometimes I don't even wanna be right.....
keep up? Lmao. Yeah.....this is first rate stuff " I hate gays and they are mentally ill" how do I keep up with that??
calculate well enough to live the life I live.
Some people have it and some post fake tickets!!!
Zit do you realize you are always citing exceptions as if they were the rule? For every Anne Heche there are hundreds of thousands who were not. You are actually making my argument for me. IMO sexuality runs along a spectrum. Most people are probably 100% straight. Others are at various places on the spectrum. But you ain't 'fixing' the David Muirs of the world. I'm sure growing up he tried his best to love yodeling in the canyon, ya know. But he just couldn't do it. Gay guys get more pussy in HS then the rest of us. All the girls are trying to turn them. The rest of us don't start getting laid until we stop trying so hard. But gay guys always go back to gay guys. Even if you think Mrs. Bachmann's hubby has cured them. He's probably a closet fruit himself.
You don't have enough friends to fill a table. I have no doubt you play way more hands of solitaire than me.I don't even play poker and have probably played more hands than you have.
"I won millions playing poker and own multiple homes!"
Fraud.
You don't have enough friends to fill a table. I have no doubt you play way more hands of solitaire than me.
Post those fake sports book tickets from heritage again
Wrong. This is not a subjective argument.
Gay people can't even procreate and the CDC says the homosexual lifestyle is worse than smoking, so if your feelings are leading you to a dark place contrary to human biology and health, clearly there is something wrong with YOUR MIND, not society.
Btw, just for more shits and giggles...two women "fucking" one another may make great porn, but have you ever noticed they need an ARTIFICIAL PLASTIC PENIS to do it?
There is nothing 'natural' or 'equal' or 'normal' about gay thoughts and/or behavior - nothing.
My tickets weren't from Heritage. Little boys like you with their piggy bank balances have no need for sportsbooks with high limits.
That's why you won't accept my bet - why you won't accept ANYONE's bets -- you're broke as hell.
Fraud.
Gay guys don't always go back to gay guys. I know some that are happily hetero married. Yeah, I know you claim they are "still gay." BS.
More recent studies have come out that show that childhood (same sex) sexual abuse is a huge determinant towards "gayness." But, I know
that doesn't fit into your narrative.
To say one's preference is normal and the other's isn't, and that it's a choice instead of a natural inclination makes no sense.