A rant a day from a public sector gay

I've just sat through two hours of a middle class hippy lecturing a load of guys on how they are part of some big problem because they haven't come out to their parents. This comes from someone who sniffs flower essences when he has a problem in his life. Man is the sum of his actions mate. Or so they say. Take your negative transference counselling out of my area if you don't mind.

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Other than swearwords. Or some bile. I might tell you the odd secret. Are you bothered? No!