Minorities Fuck Gays.

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

http://abcnews.go.com/TheLaw/story?id=6124148&page=1

I KNEW THIS. MOST MINORITIES ARE VERY CONSERVATIVE AND TRADITIONAL.

 

[xssve]

So much for "lockstep", eh? Chauvinism is largely apolitical and non-denominational - it's always there, one just pays attention to who is pushing what buttons.

So far, it's the conservative/religious right that's been steadily pushing all the homophobia buttons, in fact, it's the only issue you have left, having completely fucked up everything else.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Dear XSSVE

For starters, I'm not a Christian. TWO, my issue with gays is 95% political, theyre kneepad boys for any Peruna or Lydia Pinkham Vegetable Laxative the liberals brew in their bathtubs. Only the other 5% of me is convinced theyre disgusting deviants doomed to burn in Hell. Halleleujah! Amen!

I'm your average Anerican country boy who likes to see a guy roosting on a scaffold with a noose around his neck. A noose is the symbol for hope. When you see a noose around a neck you just know the world is about to become a kinder & gentler sanctuary for The People.

But your average queer is appalled at the idea of hanging anyone, and especially his own tormentors. Theyre just like the Jews who meekly and calmly walked to the gas chambers. Consequently, Jews and queers feel comfortable bunking with the Democrats.

 

[xssve]

Dear XSSVE

For starters, I'm not a Christian. TWO, my issue with gays is 95% political, theyre kneepad boys for any Peruna or Lydia Pinkham Vegetable Laxative the liberals brew in their bathtubs. Only the other 5% of me is convinced theyre disgusting deviants doomed to burn in Hell. Halleleujah! Amen!

I'm your average Anerican country boy who likes to see a guy roosting on a scaffold with a noose around his neck. A noose is the symbol for hope. When you see a noose around a neck you just know the world is about to become a kinder & gentler sanctuary for The People.

But your average queer is appalled at the idea of hanging anyone, and especially his own tormentors. Theyre just like the Jews who meekly and calmly walked to the gas chambers. Consequently, Jews and queers feel comfortable bunking with the Democrats.

It doesn't matter, your chosen party feels that way and consider it a matter of policy, and rather than attempting to mediate it, you manipulate it for your own political reasons.

i.e., it's a distinction without a difference.

i.e., you don't care who you hang, as long as somebody hangs, no?

 

[neonlyte]

Towards dawn, the crowd moved to the square, as near as the rope, stretch by the policemen, would allow and gathered in a circle. She was carried by the waves of crowding and pushing people to a spot about ten metres from the scaffold.

There she stood, pressed against the rope, watching with fascination and terror. Then a stirring in the crowd pushed her away from her position. Still, she could see by standing on her toes. People were crushing her from all sides. The prisoner was brought in with his eyes blindfolded. The hangman stood by, waiting. Two policemen held the man and slowly led him up the stairs to the scaffold.

At this moment she became aware of someone pressing against her far more eagerly than was necessary. In the trembleing, excited condition she was in, the pressure was not disagreeable. Her body was in a fever. Anyway, she could scarcely move, so pinned was she to the spot by the curious crowd.

She wore a white blouse and a skirt that buttoned all the way down the side as was the fashion then - a short skirt and a blouse through which one could see her rosy underwear and guess at the size of her breasts.

Two hands encircled her waist, and she distinctly felt a man's body, his desire hard against her ass. She held her breath. Her eyes were fixed on the man about to be hanged, which made her body painfully nervous, and at the same time the hands reached for her breasts and pressed upon them.

She felt dizzy with conflicting sensations. She did not move or turn her head. A hand now sought an opening in the skirt and discovered the buttons. Each button undone by the hand made her gasp with both fear and relief. The hand waited to see if she protested before proceeding to another button. She did not move.

Then with a dexterity and a swiftness she had not expected, the two hands twisted her skirt round so that the opening was at the back. In the heaving crowd, now all she could feel was a penis slowly being slipped into the opening of her skirt.

Her eyes remained fixed on the man who was mounting the scaffold, and with each beat of her heart the penis gained head-way. It had traversed the skirt and parted the slit in her panties. How warm and firm and hard it was against her flesh. The condemed man stood on the scaffold now and the noose was put around his neck. The pain of watching him was so great that it made this touch of flesh a relief, a human, warm, consoling thing. It seemed to her then that this penis quivering between her buttocks was something wonderful to hold on to, life, life to hold while death was passing ...

Without saying a word, the Russian bowed his head in the noose. Her body trembled. The penis advanced between the soft folds of her buttocks, pushing its way inexorably into her flesh.

She was palpitating with fear, and it was like the palpitation of desire. As the condemed man was flung into space and death, the penis gave a great leap inside of her, gushing out its warm life. The crowd crushed the man against her. She almost ceased breathing, and as her fear became pleasure, wild pleasure at feeling lfe while a man was dying, she fainted.

I expect JBJ read this when he was younger.
Anyone want to guess who wrote it?

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Towards dawn, the crowd moved to the square, as near as the rope, stretch by the policemen, would allow and gathered in a circle. She was carried by the waves of crowding and pushing people to a spot about ten metres from the scaffold.

There she stood, pressed against the rope, watching with fascination and terror. Then a stirring in the crowd pushed her away from her position. Still, she could see by standing on her toes. People were crushing her from all sides. The prisoner was brought in with his eyes blindfolded. The hangman stood by, waiting. Two policemen held the man and slowly led him up the stairs to the scaffold.

At this moment she became aware of someone pressing against her far more eagerly than was necessary. In the trembleing, excited condition she was in, the pressure was not disagreeable. Her body was in a fever. Anyway, she could scarcely move, so pinned was she to the spot by the curious crowd.

She wore a white blouse and a skirt that buttoned all the way down the side as was the fashion then - a short skirt and a blouse through which one could see her rosy underwear and guess at the size of her breasts.

Two hands encircled her waist, and she distinctly felt a man's body, his desire hard against her ass. She held her breath. Her eyes were fixed on the man about to be hanged, which made her body painfully nervous, and at the same time the hands reached for her breasts and pressed upon them.

She felt dizzy with conflicting sensations. She did not move or turn her head. A hand now sought an opening in the skirt and discovered the buttons. Each button undone by the hand made her gasp with both fear and relief. The hand waited to see if she protested before proceeding to another button. She did not move.

Then with a dexterity and a swiftness she had not expected, the two hands twisted her skirt round so that the opening was at the back. In the heaving crowd, now all she could feel was a penis slowly being slipped into the opening of her skirt.

Her eyes remained fixed on the man who was mounting the scaffold, and with each beat of her heart the penis gained head-way. It had traversed the skirt and parted the slit in her panties. How warm and firm and hard it was against her flesh. The condemed man stood on the scaffold now and the noose was put around his neck. The pain of watching him was so great that it made this touch of flesh a relief, a human, warm, consoling thing. It seemed to her then that this penis quivering between her buttocks was something wonderful to hold on to, life, life to hold while death was passing ...

Without saying a word, the Russian bowed his head in the noose. Her body trembled. The penis advanced between the soft folds of her buttocks, pushing its way inexorably into her flesh.

She was palpitating with fear, and it was like the palpitation of desire. As the condemed man was flung into space and death, the penis gave a great leap inside of her, gushing out its warm life. The crowd crushed the man against her. She almost ceased breathing, and as her fear became pleasure, wild pleasure at feeling lfe while a man was dying, she fainted.

I expect JBJ read this when he was younger.
Anyone want to guess who wrote it?

Anais Nin

 

[Boxlicker101]

Big deal. I've fucked a few gays too, when I was younger. We always both had fun doing it.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Omg!!!