Interesting, the word draft.
I begin my point about Michael Sam by saying the following: though I did not partake in ritualistic homosexual practices while in the music business, I have experimented, with the hope of being struck down by God.
And out of love for Satan.
I do not use the fact I am a recovering rape victim as ammunition to be gay, as I am still perplexed as to the allure of someone of the same sex.
My homosexual endeavors were always out of worship of Satan, as I feel God would totally understand my despondency and melancholy. However, my feelings about homosexuality have not changed. It's wrong and immoral. I pride myself on being extremely conservative, and as I grow in the Gothic deity, my wisdom is growing and developing. And though I do have a few gay friends, I'm tolerant.
Not supportive.
I cannot and do not support Jason Collins or Michael Sam, as their lifestyle makes athletes uncomfortable. Case closed. Blame my Pentecostal upbringing. And I dare you to call me out on my exploits. The being I worship, with all respect to God, knows and has been fed my soul. So don't fukking play with me.
After four quarters of aggression and testosterone, no heterosexual male wants to worry about being eyed-down by a teammate.
Not saying Collins and Sam would do it, but no athlete has the potential to view themselves as an temptation.
An athlete is a beast, and beasts don't like to be admired.
Much like me.
