The only thing more painful to think about than the 20 years I spent in the closet is anal sex without lube as a bottom.

The only thing more painful to think about than the 20 years I spent in the closet is anal sex without lube as a bottom.

The only thing more painful to think about than the 20 years I spent in the closet is anal sex without lube as a bottom. The thought that is mere my skin crawl and forces us to conjure vivid pictures associated with the “pink sock” (defined by Urban Dictionary to be where “the colon is reversed and creates the deadly red sock going out of this ass, this leads to death.”)

No one deserves to perish from using cock. Having dry anal intercourse is 100 % avoidable. Before you fire up Grindr if you can afford brunch, you can afford to get lube airdropped by an Amazon drone. And you have got no reason to make use of saliva you aren’t a caveman. Continue reading “The only thing more painful to think about than the 20 years I spent in the closet is anal sex without lube as a bottom.”