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Bluelighter
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PriestTheyCalledHim says,
Heh your poem reminds me of this meme.
I was, to an extent, being jocose and comical. However, a story's being farcical does not necessarily imply its being apocryphal.
I am, uh... what's that politically correct, modern term—oh, pansexual—or, if you prefer, polysexual (or the more risible, albeit corny and gauche, portmanteau 'try-sexual').
And don't think for a moment that I'm one of those "gender blind", Judith Butler-esque, gender/women's studies graduates, who follow identity politics and liberal democracy precepts as if religion.
No, I'm just an amoral, sex-obsessed sybarite that prefers depravity in lieu of decorum and profligacy over propriety (well, at least in regards to the ol' in-out, in-out).
I ain't no immoderately moody, damnably dumb, mindlessly open-minded, mawkish moppet who thinks egalitarianism, the countenance of a cretinous cunt, and a grody and ironic pet collar or a cranium crammed with pathetic piles of political piffle are adequate substitutes for critical thought and something tangible to gripe about.
Oh, but I joke! Besides, such stupid slatterns and torpid termagants, like in your NSFW spoiler, can only afford the brunt of an invective or taken-too-far joke.
How many alliterations can I conceive per paragraph before brunch, I occasionally challenge myself.
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