Traps represent the best sexual partners for those of us who subscribe to politics of the Radical Centre. A Centrist, after all, is someone who weighs up all sides of the equation, who makes assessments of the strengths and weaknesses of any option presented to them. While ideologues and extremists make irrational decisions based on emotion and misguided sense of identity, Centrists seek to take the best aspects from both sides of the aisle. This, of course, is the essence of Traps; the best aspects of both men and women. The combination of a woman’s beauty and femininity combined with (typically) male genitalia (still feminine of course) is the logical, rational conclusion that any intelligent Centrist would make.
I know you have seen them watching. I know you have heard the whispers. What is done is done.
Wes Bellamy I have it on good authority that you smoke weed. I promise you, I will report you to the cops you downlow dirty stinking n*gger. Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to. This nigga out here tryna coon around an act like he ain jus a regaler mf house nigga this MF BROKE BOI aint got no paper. The black pearl is a mean beast, nigh uncatchable. You have heard their cries, E*****, this much is true.
I know things got weird there for a minute. As you may have noticed, things have been pretty tumultuous lately.
There has just been a whole lot going on, especially in regards to the drama with Daniel. To make matters worse, people are talking about excluding me.
I don’t know where this strange meme came from, whether it was in jest, or whether it should be taken at face value…
I’m not even sure why I’m reaching out to you right now.
Listen, I just want you to know that I’m here to talk.
I understand if you don’t want to.
Are you still up? or did you pass out?
Please answer me.
When I was a young boy coming up in this world, I would often ponder the intricacies of social interaction. Day by day, I grew resentful toward the world. School was a hollow and cold atmosphere. The other boys jeering, the girls turning their noses up in the hallway, and the stares… unbearable. Perhaps it all started when my life turned upside down because my parents had a tumultuous divorce? Ah, well that is a story for another time.
For many of my adolescent and teenage years, one could say I swam against the current. It was only natural of course, that I would end up penniless, bold, and eager, in San Francisco. I’ll never forget that magical day, strolling up the boulevard, my heart swelled with excitement and pride. It was the most special day, birds were singing, it felt like I had been given the key to paradise. After the long years of anguish, I finally felt a sense of belonging. Streets lined with young boys, chiseled middle aged daddies, and everything in-between…. it was the most magical day. I could never have dreamed anything would top it, not even in my wildest daydream. 30 years later, however, everything changed when I gazed upon the beautiful bright eyed wonderkid — David Balabon. David, now he was a fine young man. I shall tell you more about him, but first, we must cover how I grew to love the light inside of me (and how I grew to love planting it in others).
To be continued…
and you god damned communist bastards can suck every single one of them.
bountiful fancy feast©
Together we can win this. Only through comradery will we be able to weather what is about to come. Remember, this is an existential crisis. Never before has our race faced extinction en masse. After centuries of hard conflict, our European ancestors always managed to pull it together. Darkness loomed over the continent of Europe, like a specter of death. Only through millions of lost lives, blood shed by brothers, and homes broken, can we finally admit enough is enough.
Sorry, sometimes the other boys come out to play.
That was Martin.