It is only through the power of Jesus and the help of BASH that when I look back on previous sick, perverted homosexual experiences I now see that I was never really into the sex at all; I was simply going through the motions as a result of a bossy mother and distant father. My recollection of those unpleasant experiences always leaves me realizing how clinically cold and calculated love can be without the blessing of the Lord. For example, sometimes, I think back on my first boyfriend when he unzipped his tight Levi's unleashing and liberating that enormous mound of hot man-meat right before my eager love-hole! He spat, 'Yeah, you want that big, thick steamy dick don't you? DON'T YOU?' "Yes, yes, yes!," I squealed and I gobbled up that uncut beef-lollipop like I had been on a desert island and his long, thick throbbing love-pole with it's sweet eclair-like man-juice was the only food I'd been offered for a month!

To think that I was once - long ago - excited by such a horrible and disgusting encounter! Now, thanks to being BASHed, even the thought of such previous vile homosexual experiences leaves me absolutely COLD.