I received the following e-mail this morning from a Pete XXXXX.
Do men allow you to perform oral sex on them, or are they too afraid that anything that enters your gaping maw will never be seen again. I would probably let you blow me, but if you tried to put mustard on my wiener I would certainly have second thoughts.
Now, I have no idea who Pete is or how he found me or why he felt compelled to send me such a nasty note from his personal e-mail address, but for lack of better judgement on his part, he did.
Did Pete (may I call you Pete?) think this note would cause me to sink into a quicksand pit of self-pity and tears? Did he hope I would shrink like a genteel hot house flower from words conjuring up images of blow jobs? Did sending this missive to me on a Sunday morning make him feel better about himself? Did saying this give him a blast of manly testosterone like a can of Red Bull boosts energy?
Hard to tell.
One thing is for sure, if Pete is over the age of 13, shame on him for airing the nasty side of his personality in public like unclean boxers. And if he thinks sending me notes like this won't end up in the public realm, then shame on him for not doing his homework.
I've been subjected to insults like this most of my life. For many years, they hurt deeply. Now they just strengthen my resolve to shine a light on prejudice in all of its ugly forms. Although no one was hurt physically and property wasn't vandalized, notes like this are still "hate crimes" fueled by prejudice and ignorance.
BTW, Pete, I only give BJ's to men and those men must have at least a triple digit IQ. Rest easy, you wouldn't qualify.