One night, I explained the importance of gang bangs to L. Anyone with a general knowledge of biology surely can appreciate the evolutionary benefits of a woman
succumbing herself to several men in hopes of arousing the most successful gene to procure the longevity of a thriving lineage. Each man alone carries within his loins millions of these microscopic selves. A woman who allies herself with several men introduces millions of options to create just the right baby; just the right amalgamation of man and woman.
When the woman succumbs to these several men it becomes a genetic competition and yet no bets are ever taken place – Only lots of venereal risk. At the end of the session, the woman is left wondering which mate was the champion seed planter. Any number of the bionic seed-planters might successfully implant their seed into this woman but only at the discretion of her egg will any of the sperm be allowed entrance. This globule envelope with a single sperm’s tail swinging around until the egg swallows it like a snake. The cell divides, exits the womb and off goes another carrier or giver.
In this one billion served atmosphere, and I mean the vagina not a fast-food restaurant (although they can be easily confused depending on who you’re visiting), there’s only one lucky lottery winner. In many of these gang-bang situations there may be perhaps a few disappointed losers. That isn’t to say that the “lucky” one will relish in the results. It’s only to say that in terms of biology – self preservation of a chain in the man’s lineage – that a man can be “lucky”. Otherwise, it’s just a pregnant woman and years snapped off the man’s successful touring streak playing the role of Johnny Appleseed.
I wonder when lesbians have sex, of their eggs engaging in an unusual mating ritual beyond the walls of their bio suit. This strange ritual can only exist when the hot emotions run amok throughout the body and there’s no place for the eggs to go into. It’s like putting two batteries together with the same polarity matching the other and cheating the basic operation of the evolutionary machine. The biological loophole, in fact, and it’s only a matter of time until they figure out how to reproduce together as well and run all of the men straight into the gutters of humanity until they’re denigrated to mad organisms trying to find purpose in their lives devolving into a coven of eunuchs whose basic function is to secure what’s left of this staggering and pathetic breed of men.
Women’s visible reliance on men is only a trick to coast us by until they figure out how to make babies without our help. The minute they engage in same sex reproduction is the minute the countdown begins for the next civil rights movement. It won’t be the race war this time. It’ll be the uphill battle for men to secure their place of importance. The men will march naked in a cavalier manner all the way to the summit; their legs kicking in the air, fists punching the sky demanding equal rights knowing damn well that they’ll settle for reproductive rights (sex slaves). When they get to the top, they’ll realize that the cliff of the mountain is there only so they can jump off of it. It’ll be like the American invasion of Japanese held Pacific islands in which scores of soldiers and civilians alike tossed themselves off the side of the cliffs and out of the hands of the American forces; the glory of another person’s victory taken out of their hands. This will be the only way for men to retain some dignity before the women plow them over with sperm shooting bulldozers. Jump off the cliff before they get you.
Yes, I tried to explain the importance of group sex to L but she didn’t understand the reproductive shopping market that women can potentially be exposed to. But really, I know the true answer. I believe that the women hold a secret away from men so deep that they carry the letter bearing the secret in a tiny envelope that is surgically attached to their hearts. To them, the survival of the human race depends on keeping this secret dark and bloody for when the time comes for action; when women, in conjunction with men, reach the peak of medical achievements only then will the mass extinction take place. I only pray that the aliens that are coming to Earth are not so alien at all but an evolved version of women who are going back into time to fix their dreadful mistake; an evolved woman without any hair or genitals. The realized Kingdom of Lesbos sometime in the distant future must have realized a past error because it is the only explanation why there are more men abducted every year than women and the women who are abducted are the ones who become leaders of the Pro-Woman’s Abolishment of Men Movement. The movement that will snuff out all phallus symbols with one flick of a hip.
The aliens of the Kingdom of Lesbos are returning to lobotomize a gender. This is only a theory but it is as sound as any other. And still, I can’t help but get turned on by the image of two women together. It is perhaps the Marquis de Sade in me. I, the flagrant Sado-Masochist who pinches himself awake even when he’s not dreaming. I, the one still convincing L that group sex is the way to go.
