The bitter truth you have painted with your colorful words stings. Your claws dig deep into my heart as you squeeze harder, forcing it to bleed. Yet at the same time, the bleeding is as if an old, infected wound that never properly healed was finally opened and the pus was allowed to seep out. Painful, yet at the same time it's such a big relief, as years and years worth of agonizing buildup is released. No longer is the pressure there trying to burst out and causing pain, a dull throbbing is all that is left. It hurts, but it is good pain. It all is out. Out in the open for all to see, the disgusting result of trying to keep it in for so long when it desperately had to be released.
It is the truth. We are all homosexual. Everyone has to know that, we must let it out and not keep it a secret, lest the pus comes back. We can't allow it to happen after the relief we just got, we have to learn to accept ourselves the way we are. Male genitalia, the rising phallic tower, erected in your honor. What is there to not like? We love it, we know we do. We cannot help but think of the one-eyed beast looking us straight in the eyes in the middle of the night, our bodies growing tense as the sweat glistened on our skin.
Having such a wonderful organ in our pleasantly plump posteriors is what we need and from this day forth, we shall not hide it. We will enjoy it, no longer ashamed. We will scream from the rooftops to praise our favorite part of the human anatomy, letting the whole world know. Together with our donkeys and bassoons, we will sing the song of our people.
Thank you for showing us the way, thank you for telling what we had to hear. It's the truth and even if it hurts, it's about time we showed the people our true colors. Gentlemen, it is time to suck.
