Jor-Korano Heterosexuality

None of the people and places in this work of fiction actually exist. They are all imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or places are purely coincidence.0

There’s no such thing as jor-korano straight sex. You would think that jor-korano straight sex would be called rape. In a practical sense, sex is just sex and men who bully, force, or pressure women into sex are only ordinary heterosexual men being heterosexual men. If you don’t hope for an experience much different than this, then you won’t be disappointed. The Shawnee Mission School District in the state of Kansas is a place where “God Hates Fags”, from Leviticus 18:22 of the Bible, is a statement of fact.

This happened more than eight years ago in Reno, Nevada. I was at the casino that is known as the Little Nugget when I saw a familiar face. Jeremy Moritz, a former classmate from middle school decades ago, had entered the casino. If it was him, I’m sure that Bible boy would’ve thought it was hot and sexy to go to a country like Iraq and Afghanistan and combat the “terrorist threat” of homosexuality for females by just going up to a lady in a Burka and shooting her in the head, like what the Bible, the main book of the US de facto State Religion, must really be all about.

Though that could not be possible. Jeremy Moritz is a God-fearing Christian who has never taken a single sip of alcohol in his whole entire life. The Bible, his favorite book, accompanied him to all his classes at Trailridge Middle School. A hot and homoerotic sexy time in Iraq & Afghanistan as a US Marine could only cause a person like this distaste. This must have been another man. I could almost see the lady in the burka he murdered with an M-16 like a death angel in a hijab who was beautiful because she always wore her burka, a straight penis being an internal character trait that stands for Christian honesty.

I kept passing out drunk while we had plain-vanilla hetero-straight sex with each other, and he kept waking me up. I’m sure I wasn’t looking at anyone who was actually alive, because I was almost asleep. What a hero! That’s a morally, clean, goody-goody Christian kind of eroticism that regular civilians don’t get to experience. His penis must’ve turned into a happy pole as bullet goes in an M-16 went into that kind of a lady’s head. At this moment, I might die at alcohol poisoning. I’m trying to do the heterosexual that’s everything America’s all about that must be good. Homosexuality is the only real “terrorist threat” he went to war to kill, he a Christian, isn’t he?

From hearing in Christians preach against pornography, I’m sure there are no pleasurable activities that are possible with the opposite sex. Heterosexual sex is only a pleasureless punishment, like writing, “God Hates Fags,” on a chalkboard a thousand times must be, what America is all about. There are no women alive in the US that are actually gay that other than other than a few women with M-16s, apt at pretending there is no rainbow in order to be “good.” Sex is not supposed to feel good, Sex is only meant to feel forced instead.

I had come out of the closet in the sixth grade, and two years later, my sexual orientation had not changed into America’s blanket compulsory heterosexuality like everybody else. This person bought a Bible to every class at school in the 8th grade in a public school. It didn’t occur to me to consider that unusual. This Jeremy Moritz made sure everyone learned and remembered that homosexual sex was the same crime as the violent crime of drinking and driving, a fact that the University of Kansas taught me in 1999.

He’s the one that’s the real American, and I’m the one who probably is not, not really. That’s good at taking interest in a person and finding out what they want, pretending to be interested in helping them to get it, using them to get what he wants the whole time, and then brushing them off like a piece of trash. Homosexual sex Without the ability to buy a gun to make sure you have the ability to do it is the same thing to people like this as a drug related crime like selling methamphetamines or DUI, a moral turpitude. There aren’t really really things you can do in the US unless you’re an individual like this.

Nobody would ever carry around a Bible only to terrorize people when he could see that not everybody belonged to what you would think was essentially the de facto State Religion, Christianity. The Bible was a book that said I could never marry or have children that featured only a few stories about Jesus in the last portion of the book.

My first impression of him was: Oh weird, it can’t be Jeremy. Maybe it’s some other guy. I remember reading that Christians have a lot of white or clear in their aura before the War on Terror. What was strange was that the man I was looking at had a lot of red in his aura. I’m sure that if it was Jeremy, then this guy was a person that probably thought that the sexual stuff that turns me on is the exact same thing as the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in New York City on 9\11 and 2001, as if anything involving a rainbow was the same thing as the violent crime of drinking and driving.

Living to kill people to combat the big crime and “terrorist threat” of homosexuality must make people let this Jeremy Moritz feel like a real man. It might’ve not been him. There’s a chance that it could’ve been somebody else. It’s only OK to get laid if you’re a nameless, faceless, man with a gun anyway.

That old slogan, “Thank God for 9\11,” probably meant there’s no such thing as women who are attracted to other women because nice girls, at least if they know what feelings are the right ones, don’t have feelings like that in the US, so we get to go over the Middle East go kill as many as we can! There’s nothing more important than being safe. What else is there?

They’re all a bunch of nothings that only were Burkas, so that is like nothing, right? I’m sure that Jeremy Moretz never shot a lady in a burka. There is no reason why I would see the lady in the burger that he shot in my head when I kept passing out drunk while we were having sex. It’s just like shooting a bunch of turkeys in a barrel right? From what I remember about that old slogan “what would Jesus do,” if you don’t expect much more from people like this, you won’t be let down. They are all like this.

Then again, there was a gentleman with the bright red aura, a healthy male who looked like the type who knew that the LGBTQIA community was not supposed to exist. That didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was only a red light in the casino. I had no idea what it was. Skipping school in the last semester of my senior year of high school allowed me to discover a few things that were new to me, like the New Age section of a local chain bookstore.

The aura, or halo, around this man made him seem like a different person. It was none of my business. That doesn’t make any sense. People join the Marines, some people like the Navy; and, whatever the symbol for the person, nobody is only a giant red ball instead of a person. I couldn’t help being a little curious, so I bought him a beer.

The little Nugget features a diner in the back that makes a tasty pancake and egg breakfast, though we didn’t get any food for ourselves. Also, arcade games crowded one corner of this establishment and were an alternative to the casino games, though we didn’t do this either. All we did was sit there and chat with each other. I didn’t introduce myself and he didn’t either. We kept drinking beers. When I decided I had drank enough, I excused myself and began to move back to the motel room I had rented.

What surprised me is that he followed along. I didn’t know that I had the right to refuse heterosexual sex. I only knew that, “sexual intercourse is between a man and a woman within marriage for children,” Meant that you were not to be in love with the person, You were only have minimal attraction to the person, at least a mild amount of disgust for the person’s personality. I learned this in the second grade in a school that belong to the same school district that Ant-man got his high school degree from.

What surprised me is that he followed along. I didn’t know that I had the right to refuse heterosexual sex. I only knew that, “sexual intercourse is between a man and a woman within marriage for children,” Meant that you were not to be in love with the person, You were only have minimal attraction to the person, at least a mild amount of disgust for the person’s personality. I learned this in the second grade in a school that belong to the same school district that Ant-man got his high school degree from.

If you’re a female, and you actually have sensation in your genitals apart from the extreme pain of childbirth that’s the only sensation that Jeremy‘s Bible says is permissible, normal people think you are psychotic. Someone might make an IED device and blow up the White House because, according to people like this, you have a bodily fluid called vaginal secretions that’s the same thing as napalm.

An American Dad straight off the plane from Saudi Arabia is one who can be trusted to make sure you get your circumcision when you’re eight years old like a good girl and never have that sensation again. I would rather buy a replica of a male reproductive organ that is little more than an inanimate object than do anything remotely close to heterosexuality.

I wish I had realized that I had the right to say no. He kept following beside me as I walked along. All I wanted was to get back to the space I had rented and sleep. I actually have very little desire for men. I remember that he drove up next to me while I was walking along the same area when an old hatchback drove up along beside me. It was this man who might’ve been doppelgänger for Jeremy Moritz. He said his name was something different.

Though, that’s what straight sex is supposed to be. If you hate it, if you don’t feel anything, and you have no desire or no feeling of being in love with the person, and no sexual desire or feeling of pleasure whatsoever, then that is what is right that people consider to be “natural.” “Good” sex means that sex that is only a pleasureless, thankless chore like taking out the trash or cleaning a dirty dish is the only kind that is good, one where you have little or no feeling.

This is a guy who probably thinks I’m so stupid I’ll believe anything he tells me. There was no reason for me to learn what his name was. For those who are heterosexual, this is a type of person who thinks homosexuality, the LGBTQIA lifestyle, is too crazy to even exist. Though, a man like this is the kind of person you can make a lot of money off of at a brothel as a 1099 employee or “working girl” if you can hustle this person correctly and that is not sickening for you, but something easy to do instead.

If you do that within the city limits of either Reno or Las Vegas, you will have committed crime of soliciting. If I said that he seemed like the type of person who went to Iraq and Afghanistan to combat the “terrorist threat,” of Middle Eastern lesbians who are actually alive and haven’t been thrown in jail, tortured, executed like what family and having children are all about, you might be right.

It seems like sexual freedom comes from a handgun or automatic high-powered rifle only for the gun enthusiast alone. If you think it’s OK to have that without one, then you’re not a real American. Humiliating women and treating them like they’re stupid is how men like this obtain erections, and a grown woman is only the same thing as a Real Doll. Shooting someone like that is what makes men like this is feel hot, erotic, and funny. I didn’t think of that on my own two people called and told me all about it. People like that can make something sound clean, they make true facts are obvious as clear as possible.

We ended up having sex anyway, and I repeatedly kept falling asleep during what was plain-vanilla sexual intercourse. He had an off-color penis not exactly like the one you buy at the store, exact color, or the other and not a color you can’t find an English phrase for. It was not beige or the color of the rest of his skin, but a little bit darkened instead. Since I was totally disinterested, not the least bit physically aroused, and passing out into a restful sleep continuously, you could think any ordinary person would be able to tell I was incapable of consenting.

If this was Jeremy, then he was the guy who brought a Bible to every class on in the 8th grade, the State Religion of the U.S.A.

If your name is Max Volsky, you can take your favorite Spider-Man comic book from the 1960s to Vietnam and fight a war where the American military will take care of everything for you and make sure you come home an American hero after having a shoot the gook pussy good time, the thrill of the kill.

Then when you come home, you can find the nice girl that said in plain English, the exact words, “Your pussy lips are scary because they’re a different color,” and make sure she jet-sets to Fort Leonard, Missouri to gossip to all her sisters where all the locations of all the IED devices in the whole world are exactly from that and every individual exited from the “Your pussy lips are scary because they are different color,” body.

So, I’m sure at least pretending he didn’t know that what they mean when they say, “What would Jesus do?” How can anybody stand to bring a Bible to school every day? Did somebody die? What does it mean?

It’s not like he joined a branch of the military and made fun gun$ money experiencing the guiltless sexual pleasure of shooting and killing women that are not America’s red, white, and blue color in the decades while we were apart. This was only harmless, skinny, dirty blond, Christian Jeremy. You would think that for a healthy heterosexual male with the Bible in hand, participating in a little, inconsequential, minute skirmish like that would have been like a day in summer camp no matter how many years it went on.

It is clear that America is a place where heterosexuality is compulsory. Like the default choice in a video game, it is the choice you get when you don’t know any better other than to go along with it when you don’t want to. I tried not to let it bother me. It’s not supposed to feel good. The American flag means, “God Hates Fags,” both Jeremy and I went to a Shawnee Mission School District school, and I don’t think there was anything else that was a true fact that we needed to know. Though, things have changed since since that era. Who knows if they still have the same curriculum.

When I entered a police station in Reno for an unrelated reason, I noticed a man who looked like Jeremy Moritz behind the counter. It must’ve been a different guy than who I thought he was. I’m not sure that anyone who does a job like that does his job to keep me safe or to help me other than the way your school resource officer or a hall monitor helps you. I don’t remember whether I made a report or not. Heterosexuality is strange and more or less unnatural. Around this time, I noticed another familiar face.

This time I was at the bus station in the middle of Reno, I saw a woman that I was attracted to while we were both still underage. She was probably the only young Catholic girl that I knew in the public school that we both attended at the time. I’m not Catholic so I didn’t know anything about this faith or whether or not she actually believed it.

From what she told me about Catholicism, it is more a kind of philosophy meant to dictated micromanage a person’s sex life, and not a real world religion that people other than her actually believed in to take seriously. I was very small, and she was very convincing.

Upon entering the 4th street bus station, I noticed a woman whose maiden name was Katie White. In the 6th grade, while we were both still children, I more or less threw myself at her with no knowledge of what either Christianity or Catholicism were. She was dolled up as if she was about to have an adults-only play session.

This was no one I had planned to run into by accident. What was strange was that you could almost see an icon or sign above her head saying, “I torture people for the US military.” At least, I could. She looked as beautiful as I could’ve imagined. There was nothing scary about her appearance. I could see no actual, literally real sign over her head that said, “I torture people for the US military.” That’s nothing I need to know about. Did her clothes say FemDom? I didn’t need to know that, either.

She could’ve been combating the “terrorist threat” of BDSM as a lifestyle choice. Who knows? Maybe I’m only shy with women. That’s not really a wholesome subject to ask about anyway. BDSM is something spot-on to try when you’re 20 years old that is a game to to be wary of when you become older. Drew Barrymore could probably find a way to ask about that in tactful and non-threatening manner.

I’m not sure she was dressed like a Femdom. As far as BDSM goes, there is a difference between wanting something and having it. It was none of my business, anyway. If I said she looked like she had a daemon illustrating all-American torture techniques, pantomiming them and dancing over her head, you would have told me I was hallucinating. I backed away from her very slowly. I’m sure I could’ve traveled to Carson City from that bus station, though I felt uncomfortable at the time. I hoped she had not noticed me.

It was none of my business. People like this who knew me when I originally came out of the closet think that reading books at the New Age section of the chain bookstore I used to skip school to browse books and drink coffee at in 1999 is the same think as a “terrorist threat”, or the identical to something like the Uvalde shooting: a new idea or two instead of having to dumb down for everybody else, like what school’s really about. Though, what I do doesn’t matter, and nobody cares what I think.

How I feel and what I think about things doesn’t affect anyone else. I’ve since moved out of Reno, Nevada. In a place many people may have heard of called Las Vegas down in Clark county in the southern part of Nevada. There’s a place called the Valley Vegas Church. This church has a class that gets together once called Set Free.

I was at this class once, and I noticed the male that I had what was more or less and obligatory heterosexual sex experience with, and he looked like the same ordinary Bible-carrying Jeremy. Other than this person, I noticed one of the philosophy professors I had as undergraduate student. The college was at, Rockhurst University, pretty much let me graduate with the college degree because I maintained the façade of heterosexuality the entire time I was at the school.

I even cheated on my philosophy term by having the woman that more or less my common law wife write it for me. This person would tell me so many times,“The holocaust was not Hitler’s fault…” and try to explain how logical that was, not anti-Semitic at all, so many times that she made me feel completely infuriated.

I didn’t expect her to do something helpful. What a surprise. She must’ve had the most impeccable record at Fort Leonard, Missouri with the US Army prior to undergraduate school.

It must’ve been the cornerstone of a brilliant military strategy that I should’ve given a knee-jerk agreement to every time like what a nice girl is supposed to say without a second thought, like a totally submissive complete idiot that is not supposed to be capable of thinking for herself. That is what nice Catholic girls know is right.

Them, I slept with my philosophy professor, who gave me a dirty look instead of disciplining me for cheating on the paper. It would’ve been simple to get a copy of one Christianity paper or another that I had already written and see that the term paper writing was not mine.

I do not know what I would’ve said in that paper if I had written it myself. I was not a Catholic, I want to include in the writing was a person who’s thinking wouldn’t have been allowed in a Catholic school like that. The person included in the paper, or rather the person that the woman I was with at the time included for me, was a guy called Nietzsche.

This guy seems like a white supremacist philosopher, either a white supremacist philosopher or an anti-Semitic person. Though, maybe that is the kind of thinking is what regular Catholics and Christians think is normal. I’ll bet his philosophy will pass with flying colors. The woman I was with kept telling me, “….the Holocaust was not Hitler’s fault…” repeatedly while I was with her. I would tell her, “No,” and we would fight. This was frustrating. I wanted nice and peaceful homosexual sex, not a barn dance.

If this Catholic school had been a little more LGBTQIA friendly, if there had been a gay straight alliance so that some person over the rainbow wouldn’t have to be frightened of the crucifix for no reason, if I had had freedom of association instead of kind of cut-down keep-it-clean “freedom” of association and it had actually been permissible for me to associate with other students with my real personality instead of a persona that you would think nobody would have to use for their own purposes, unless they were a member of the screen actors guild, of course, I wouldn’t have had to put up with this person whenever she said the antisemitic phrase, or even consider having her cheat on my term for me me.

Hats off to Rockhurst University in Kansas City, Missouri for being the most mind numbing bad experience of my life. The one thing in the Set Free group was the man leading it. This was a group that was like AA, but from a Christian perspective. The two men in the group that I had sex with in the past gave me a weird feeling to run into.

What was more odd and slightly unnerving in a different way other than that was looking over at the guy leading the group and having a vision. It was similar to what you see when you play Leisure Suit Larry Seven and you see the main character by the pool wearing a speedo and an inflatable balloon that looks like Babar the elephant.

My vision was this man with a perfectly round orange in the place of where you would see Leisure Suit Larry wearing Babar the Elephant and the speedo in the video game. If you were me, you would wonder whether or not the orange had an larger meaning, even though it was only in my mind’s eye. He must’ve been very happily married.

What was strange was that this vision was nonsexual. I had the feeling that this was a perfect orange, my first impression of this person that was that vision in my mind’s eye. Like an orange at a farmers market in Santa Barbara, it was like an orange that was the best orange you could ever eat, no chemicals or fibrous flesh to lessen its quality and flavor, only the lady that played Mrs. McGonagle in the Harry Potter series of films nearby looking at the same orange.

I put this out of my mind and tried not to be frightened and weirded out by the presence of the two straight men with whom I had more or less what seemed like obligatory heterosexuality sexual experiences with. I wondered whether or not this vision had an existential meaning. I tried to not and smile and feel awkward or say much. While surfing the Internet at home, I saw what Cialis looked like. It was orange. What a strange coincidence.

This is a moment when you look up the address to a local Hindu Temple, find a puja that features a harmonium, singing in either Hindi or Sanskrit, and someone blowing on a conch shell to see the light of day when Christianity disturbs your mind. If you hear so much, Christianity that you’re not sure which end is up or whether or not someone stapled the furniture to the ceiling, then it might be time for a Sanskrit religious service.

You might not be sure what God is being worshiped today, though you will become accustomed to it because it will seem like a prudent choice, and all will seem right in the world. The local Hindu Temple in Las Vegas, Nevada is LGBTQIA friendly. For those who may not be sure what gender identity is like a color they’ve never seen before, there is an elementary school in right across the street.

Choosing between the Christian church holding the group called Set Free and a place like the Hindu temple doesn’t have to be difficult. What I did first get a paper with the letters “DNR” on it signed and notarized. As I handed it in the form, I could see exactly what direction was the one called right.

The people I handed it to will probably pretend not to understand what it is anyway. They all still believe that homosexuality is a disease exactly like cancer is a disease even though today is 2024, I am sure. If I make the mistake of believing there’s such a thing as sexual privacy, the college philosophy professor I slept with to get my undergraduate degree will probably come and bring a clipboard to make sure I get heterosexuality right and a straight-shaped penis is the internal character trait of honesty, maybe even heterosexuality itself, “Jesus saves” because he’s the de facto US State Religion. Look at Jeremy Moritz and his straight, white penis. He must have had a great time in Iraq&Afghanistan.

‘I’m going to murder a lady in a burka that looks like Amy R., and then I will have a God-mode penis with God-commander testicles. Let’s combat the terrorist threat of homosexuality. Brooks Schwartz’s penis will be blown off by Islamic terrorists, and then it will grow back again exactly like it was before down to every last detail by magic, the magic of modern drugs and surgery,’ is how I’m sure it went.

As if anything ever happens other than death and taxes.

Leviticus 18:22

“Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin.”

New Living Translation

What do you do if nobody protects you? Jeremy Moritz’s penis is a God caps’ rifle that knows the surefire cure for homosexuality is killing the human being! Cure female homosexuality by either shooting the lady or forcing the dumb little girl into heterosexual sex so that she can become a woman. This is why I’ve had a state of Nevada DNR signed and notarized, and handed it to the appropriate people. The American American flag means God Hates Fags not freedom. That is only from men like this and only for himself, and not as a sacrifice for anyone else on the earth at all.

I am so lucky that when I had sex with him when I didn’t really want to wasn’t capable of consenting, he kept waking me up so that I wouldn’t die of alcohol poisoning. This individual is a hero and a true American.

Brooke Schwartz is a hero of the United States Navy who knows that gruesome genital injuries don’t happen to real man that have served overseas, the kind of yellow journalism that comes from the idea that if it bleeds it leads.

People like Tyler Dressel and Mark Pappas, a scrotum is the same thing as a motorcycle and a penis is what you need to under an accounting book because all of the answers are already inside that, like the kind of school Rockhurst University really is, a place where God Hates Fags is a statement of fact from a book full of historically, accurate facts, the Bible. These people can help anyone learn exactly what kind of sacrifice a man like Max makes serves his country in Vietnam for the United States Navy.