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It’s not a matter of can or can’t. As a gay man, I don’t want my penis within danger zone distance of a vagina, and I don’t know a gay man who does.

Thanks for not jumping on me like the other commenter did. That was the immediate, “Red Alert” reaction for me. Typically, the term “power bottom” has an indelible relationship with gay culture, and this guy is obviously not gay.

I’m not *not* taking his word, but I am curious as to what’s going on here—is it a straight guy appropriating queer culture so he can force himself on unsuspecting women, or what?

I’m still not entirely sure how that would work--is he bi, then? He is obviously not gay if he is spending his time raping women.

I’m a little confused. They’re a queer band called “Power Bottom”, but the lead singer is a straight male who may have sexually assaulted a straight woman?

I hope that they bring it back as performance art. An hour every Tuesday of Simon Cowell, naked, swearing at himself in the mirror before eating ice cream with a troupe of penguins in lingerie.

This is fitting because Ann Coulter resembles something that’s been dead sitting in water for a long time.

He already has the familial ‘child molester’ stare down pat. We need to save him from fully Trumpifying during adolescence.

Their rallying cry: “Bali hai.”

I feel like I liked this better with Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Haha. As a gay man, listening to a woman attempt to climax has only comedic potential for me.

Have ye given any thought tae sellin’ recordings?

Watch this movie and you’ll quickly learn to style your hair like the Trump boys, Uday and Qusay.

Watch this movie and you’ll quickly learn to style your hair like the Trump boys, Uday and Qusay.

I feel like maybe he’s the surgeon who pioneered the procedure, which explains why the transfer never quite took.

“Starring Emma Roberts as Emma Roberts.”

Can we please stop calling him “Milo” like he’s Cher or something? His name is Milo Hanrahan, or Gay Hitler if you’re feeling colorful.

I like to think that Carlson has been crysturbating himself to sleep for the last decade over that, simultaneously hating Stewart for having completely destroyed Carlson’s career in the course of a half-hour appearance and yet deeply, inexorably turned on by his humiliation.

“Oh no, I am so sad.”

I like how the bearded, beefy flexing one is clearly flexing as part of a mating dance to attract other white supremacist bros so that he, too, can join in that he time-honored tradition of saying “No homo” after cleaning another dude’s spunk off of his lower back.

It’s this obsession with being ‘fair’, of trying to show that the Left acknowledges the points of the Right--no matter how mean, misogynistic, and misplaced they are--that keeps hobbling us. How many conservative bloggers introduce Donald Trump with, “The president, who, sure, is a budget Hitler without the artistic