Gates was on a woman. He couldn't get off. Suddenly, a door opened and he fell out of the ChunnelKen. Damn. That negro was good. She had the skin of that Mexican boy in Death Valley. Really knew how to cup my balls, and the reacharound wasn't bad either.
Gates loves the desert. British fags were....mostly British. As he stood up, someone threw an empty beer can at his head. The can still had some beer left in it, and as the beer dripped down his face, he could almost taste that group facial he received in Sapporo. Could have been worse. We could be in NJ.
Gates finds a call box and joins a meeting. Apparently, this is a weekly group, all aspiring men, and includes a few women, a bunch of xGenders, and no males. Damn. The women will do, and if not, he'll ask one of the xGenders to put on their equipment. Jack in, jack off. He really couldn't care.
get yer motor runnin'
Gates was writing The Universal Code for Masculinity. Writing was not his gift. He excelled at MasterBation, hence, his interest in the Code. Did MasterBation make for better men or worse? Was the malisation process improving imprinting or just increasing IT? Clearly there were cultural and individualistic issues.
He knew he was male. At least he was fairly certain he'd been born with a penis. His parents were vague. He had no interest in becoming xGender. Nonetheless, he couldn't get enough of the males. XGenders were yumi too. He'd never had a man. He'd been trying. Apparently he lacked the cajones.
The more he used the xGenders with the new and improved o attachment, the better he understood his masculinity. The attachment opened in the front, and he'd been told by more than a few xGenders that they prefered the o attachment when using urinals.
