i was rummaging through the cabinet-laden home yesterday for magic markers to colour in the rainbow for project 355: bak kua. and by chance, i found hard evidence of the brother's sexuality in his drawers (that didn't really come out right, did it?). as much as i think he could have done better with his choice of porn, i'm still very relieved that the family line will carry on without me having to attempt to pro-create life. really, i can't imagine myself plugging my USB into the port. but who am i to judge? most cases, it's just plug-and-play.

there's no need for IVF or petri-dishes or sexually-suggestive scenes of me in the hospital trying to wank my load into sterile plastic containers. thank goodness. no need for me to adopt from Africa, Mongolia or Timbarktoo. thank the heavens. just several Jeremy Jrs. running around at the playground with whichever church-going girlfriend that the brother picks for his wife.

i hate kids anyways. but i like men. i'm saving my fluids for the men.

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