This is troubling, my brothers. It's not easy to be an Ex-Gay, even with the help of Jesus Christ in my daily walk with Him. And now this.
States are legalizing fag marriage and the smoking of dangerous
narcotics that lead to mud-packing. How long will it be until stoned and predatory corn-holers are lurking around every corner? Homo-anal intercoursers looking for fresh rectums? Public toilets filled with daisy-chains of vaping sissyfags, just waiting to pull the next victim inside and lock the door?
I struggle every day with the learned and rote behavior from my days as a Sodomite by choice. An attractive stranger will bend over to take a drink from a fountain, and I still instinctively reach for the Vaseline and amyl-nitrite poppers that always filled the left pocket of my quick-release trousers. Praise God, when I fumble for them and realize I am no longer fagging, I say a prayer of thanks to Jesus Christ.
But with the certain influx of doped queers in our communities that is sure to come after last night's election results, I am frightened that I may have no choice but to surrender to the rectal recidivism that constantly calls me back to the brown-eye with its siren song. I am just too old, and my body too weak to return to the dozens of daily and violent rectal assaults.
And Professor Bessemer is nowhere to be found for encouragement and strength.
Pray for me my brethren.
In Christ