Have no issue with love but when it comes to ramming up periscope willy through submerged shit searching for the land of love is far far far beyond me. And to think of all the little innocent boys and girls who get done over in this way every day has me thinking about guillotining their evil sausages and with their castrated balls, frying eggs and sausages to force feed them with.
As a young teenager around 1972/73, I will never forget one evening entering the toilets down in the dungeons of Museum Railway Station underneath Hyde Park. Needed to sit on a toilet. Each toilet door had a small glass window and you could also easily see underneath the doors. The first three dunnies each had either four or six mens legs in them (you can imagine what was going on in there) and the fourth dunny had a male weirdo inside looking at me through the glass gesturing with fingers going in and out of his mouth. I completely lost it. One of those old heavy steel mop buckets with two rollers for squeezing mops was sitting nearby filled with very dirty water. I quickly threw the mop full of crap water into the first cubicle, tossed crap water over all four cubicles and then threw the steel bucket over the 4th cubicle door which hit the psycho directly on his head "ooouuuccchhh" and then sprinted for my life.
Running down the long tunnels underneath Hyde Park with mates in toe screaming out "what happened" while in the background hearing some if not all the arse rooters screaming hell as they gave chase. We were too fast, we jumped straight into a departing 387/389 bus on Liverpool St heading to Bondi Junction and I just sat there in deep silence, shocked at what just occurred. I actually panicked - the thought of being raped got the better of me. I was a sexually abused child, many times.
Between age 14 and 16 I used to follow my much older older cousin around and ended up on a few occasions going out with many of his mates who were some of the many heavy dudes from the Paddo Gang. From a distance because I was too scared and gutless, I watched these pack of savages target and bash certain gay sickos, often around Darlinghurst, particularly along Darlinghurst Road. It turns out some of the guys doing the bashing were sexually abused boys at the hands of Roman Catholic Priests (amongst others). Sexual abuse of children is very common, far far far worse than most realise. Though I never was involved in any of the bashings I could comprehend/feel why they were doing it.
Celebrating homosexuality is bullshit - until this issue of f**king up children for a lifetime is resolved and stopped I ain't celebrating homoanusgorging though I honour pure and sincere love between men and men, women and women and between men and women. True love has nothing to do with sex. But please leave all children out of this. No child should be exposed to sexual images and information every which way they turn these days. Their brains are capable of working everything out in their own time.
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