Typical closeted
homosexual that is as afraid of itself and its similar ones as an
Apocalypse creed, doesn't know exactly how to behave in such a way that hides it's thing it calls "Illness" but exaggerates violence and hate in such a level that other people that are
diplomatic when opposing to LGBTQ stuffership reject the approach towards them of such an engender of the antinature.
A gay youth with a masculine body pose and man-like face sits at a city square bench and suddenly it appears another gay-looking lad, wearing old wasted sports trousers and a white old T-shirt, but he looks like a twink.
Gay One: -Hey how are you bud, what's up?
Would you like to drink something and know each other? Friends?
Gay Two: (The homophobe) -
What the hell you fucking faggot? You dirty bastard, don't look at me, I don't like faggots, I die for cuntz, go cruising away if you don't want to die! Fuck you!
-Gay One stands up gently and gets closer to the homophobe:- Hey, I said only "Hello, let's have a drink", if I were really going to fuck you, I would have said it clearly—(Grabs the homophobe's T-shirt chest) - I smelt your twinky smell, HYPOCRITE!
Swish punch at the right chest and a Muay Thai pair of elbows hit the forehead and chin of the twink.
Gay One:—You won't even touch a pussy, and be careful because despite there are men that are gay, there exist gays that are MEN!
