the last show I went to, I noticed something for the first time . . . and it goes, fine, with previous posts. men, are gross. good lord . . . who goes to a show where your ass just smells; smells through your pants and out your upper back for the world to gag on? And farting. You can't be a man, and hold that shit (wrong word?) till you get outside? I do. Because, I care. And it feels fucking phenomenal walking back to the car, as a human fart machine because you have been holding it in for so long. Yeah, buddy; take that. And, body odor. Really, queen? I'm not talking about that sweat funk, from shaking your body for too damn long in a hot packed club, which on some guys, is fucking hot; I'm talking about that, you didn't fucking shower since gods knows when, before you went out in public . . . to a show, no less.
who, does that. men, straight men . . . do that. why, do gay guys, obsess over them, so?