RAW DOGMA written by Nkrumah Steward
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| suicide reveals lover's girlfriend was really
a man |
There is always that guy that is going on and on praising
himself at the dinner table whenever the subject of homosexuals comes
up for being so "secure in his manhood".
"I'll suck a dick. That doesn't me gay.
I am secure in my manhood."
Yeah, yeah yeah you're secure in your manhood. We know. You cry at
the movies. You watch Bravo programming. Your best friend's gay. We
know all that.
They say that the atmosphere around the earth doesn't have a single
point where it just ceases. It just kinda gradually fades out into
the universe or so I am told. Still, for practical conversational
purposes we need to have a point in which we can say the atmosphere
ends right here.
I can't get technical with you on this subject. I can't tell you exactly
how many parts per billion of oxygen needs to be present before you
can call it the "earth's atmosphere" but at some point we
have to draw the line between atmosphere and outer space.
I say this because at some point, even if it's just for conversation
purposes, we can only let you go so far in your "look
how secure I am in my manhood" campaign before you are
going to sound real gay to us.
A Taiwanese man found out on Friday the 13th that his lover had committed
suicide.
They had only been dating six months but he really liked the chick.
And I can see why. Arguably those first six months are the best six
months for people in relationships. Everything is new then. Everything
she says is interesting. You haven't heard all of her stories yet.
She doesn't get on your nerves that much. And most importantly, the
pussy is still new. To lose a girl at that point just makes you wonder
about all of the possibilities of what could've been.
If he really cared for her that must've been pretty fucked up to find
out that she took her life, especially since she took her life on
Friday the 13th.
But now thinking back on it, I bet he probably thinks that was some
serious foreshadowing.
Especially considering that the grisly surprise he had waiting for
him at the funeral parlor.
When he showed up at the funeral parlor to view the body what he found
lying in the coffin was the body of a man.
His she had actually been a he.
His girlfriend of six months had actually been a dude.
Obviously angry, confused, understandably disoriented, looking for
answers he turned to his lover's mother who was also there.
She calmly explained to him that her son had been "into
cross-dressing" since he was 15 years-old.
See this is what I am talking about when I say we need to have a line
where you are either within the atmosphere or you are in space.
Your son was more than just a cross dresser Mrs. Huang. Your son was
also a cock sucker. And probably a damn good one. He wasn't just a
man who liked to wear bras and panties who was secure
in his manhood.
Here we go. We're leaving the atmosphere.
His boyfriend left a suicide note saying that the "pressure
of being a cross-dresser was too much for him," so he
decided to kill himself.
Take that little "secret"
back home to your friends.
That you saw a man, dressed up in red
pumps and a wig and fell in love.
See how long, "I'm just secure in my
manhood" holds up with that one. |
