He continued. “Now, gay men, and a few lucky straight men, rarely fall for this trick. Society isn’t telling us queers to do anything accept maybe cut hair, wait tables, serve drinks on planes, and choreograph dance recitals. Society, or I should say, straight society, has no clue, Secret. None whatsoever. Gay men, you see, are able to spread that lovely, white peter-glue from one end of the world to the other, just like old Mother Nature intended. And our poor, straight brethren are doomed, year after monotonous year, to spread their tired, old seed all on that same one woman.”
“But,” I interjected, with a hopeful look on my face, “aren’t there gay men that also want to settle down with just one other man and not spread their seed around?” I was hoping for an answer that I knew I would n
