It was inevitable that you became a faggot. After all, you love the brown a bit too much. You dream of having kaviar in your face, on your mouth. You want that chocolate soft serve.
A desperation so loud could only be obvious to all the women around you. We know what you are. A human toilet. A hole-in-the-ground latrine. A potty-mouthed bitch.
So men because your only option. Obviously, you couldn't get your first choice, women. We're too good for you. Too divine, too precious. Only men are low enough to want to fuck a toilet like you.
This is your life. A faggot toilet. How sad.
Features: a searingly merciless accounting of all the ways your disgusting toilet fetish has brought you into the world of faggotry. It is what it sounds. What did you expect, you skatty queer?