And they are urges, not feelings.
It is possible to have romantic feelings toward fictional gay characters but every real gay I met has always been an unbearable spiteful creepy unappealing ugly pathetic faggot, even back when I wasn't racist yet, just bisexual. My parents wanted me to gay so they nade me watch gay movies. Straight stuff felt like the kinky shit I had to hide from my parents. Gays are just perverts who want sexual gratification easy but have no interest in you beyond that.
Gays are deeply miserable hateful things without souls. Have you wondered why they preach so much about free love and talk like hypersexual gooners and then get no pussy? Or anus? It's because they can't stand each other. It's why they spend all their time trying to spread misery and suffering.
Now I am straight and choosing not to be gay.
But...
I noticed I found it boring when homosexuality is treated as just another aspect of life in media. That means...
Homosexuallity is a fetish and the extreme emotions attached to it are the thrilling exciting part. The fear of being caught. The shame of fucking a man. Or worse, getting fucked by a man. Characters struggling with loving and hating it. The gay clothes, the gay acts, the gay self-loathing, the gay projection and excuses. The agony and longing and tension and fear. The disgust at yourself for going against God's plan. Or for normietardfag atheists, herd consensus, their real god.
I talked to a BDSM fan who felt the same way about whips and chains and riding crops. The context has to be sexual. Indiana Jones hitting some nigger with his whip does nothing for him. To Indiana Jones it's a tool, not a penis analogue. But a faggot in leather hitting another faggot with a whip? He likes that.
