It may just be that I'm comfortable with my sexuality (and am bisexual), but all you guys come across as EXTREMELY closet gay if a bit of hetero nonsense ruins your morning. It's okay to fantasize about slobbering all over big fat dicks, worshiping tight pulsating testicles, and motor-boating a chiseled, sweaty set of abs while feeling his strong masculine hands grope your ass as he sucks you off in the 69 position, and the sooner you come to terms with the pure unfiltered rainbow energy running through your homosexual veins the happier you will be. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go make out with my Jobin Higashikata dakimakura.