I Love Being a Fag

I had a dream this morning that my ecology professor (male, late age but young-looking and in shape), shirtless, was ruggedly standing on a mountainside approaching me inquiring about something. I was so fluttered by his amazing hotness I kept stuttering and couldn’t find the answer to his question.

Oh my god. He was so fucking handsom.

I felt so gay. I was in love.


Romance is amazing.


Then my mom snapped at me in the back violently. I was scarred and horrified.

Then I woke up.

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