Thank you for all your amazing thoughts and insights. I’m so glad this movement is now so well established. I’ve been naturally masculine for as long as I can remember, and I wasted too many years of my youth feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere. The media and the gay community (queens) has spun a tangled web of lies for decades, and for the longest time I even thought I was str8 because of it. ”I just haven’t found the right girl. I can’t be gay because I’m nothing like those queens on TV or in the papers.” I felt alone for ages. Then I found a few websites that dealt with this subject. And there you all were, my masculine brothers. Like an underground movement, within a petty, shallow one. That’s when I finally could come out to myself. Finally, I felt like a real man instead of a boy in a man’s body. I started loving myself and embracing all my manly attributes, and those of other men. I’ve been blessed with these furry naturally muscular legs, and musky, hairy ass, and big cock. My armpits have this amazing manly scent, and smelling it makes me rock hard every time. It’s nature’s own primordial perfume.
But taking back your manhood, and thereby being an apostate from the gay doctrine had its price. During the early 2000s, I’ve was ridiculed, chided and emasculated by effeminate queens. I’ve been called a self loathing, closet queen traitor more times than I can count. But nowdays our movement has grown strong. Now the queens are begging us to let them in out of the freezing cold that they themselves have created. They aren’t even attracted to each other but we’re suppressed to act the part, and become the manly hunk of their dreams, while they have nothing to offer us. But I have nothing for them. I’m now in a warm place, in a sea of manly, hairy, musky, hard bodies, enveloped by countless strong arms and legs. All over my body I feel throbbing, hot, slippery cocks. I’m home, basking in all of your testosterone, and adding my own to the pool. My amazing masc brothers. Thank you for everything that you are.