Three years into the therapy I suffered a physical and mental breakdown precipitated by prolonged, near-fatal
doses of five concurrent psychotropic medications, one of the many ways Alfonzo “helped” suppress my libido so that I could “flip over to the other side” (to heterosexuality). When it became clear, despite the medications and near-daily “feeling therapy,” that my same-sex erotic desires were not diminishing, Alfonzo ordered me to bottle my feces and to sniff it whenever I was attracted to a man. “You need to be reminded where homosexual men stick their penis,” he said. “You need to be reminded that homosexual relations are not pleasurable.” When none of that worked—I was still attracted to men, only now all erotic desire seemed to elicit the smell of feces—Alfonzo threatened to hook my genitals up to electrodes. “Without my help,” he told me weeks later, “you’ll probably just get AIDS and die.”
I just don't get why people would suggest that being gay is a changeable thing.
plasmaball: Yes a woman's Orgasm is like trying to spot the wild snow leopard. You must wait weeks upon maybe months and if you are lucky you might spot a small puddle from this cunning creature called the orgasm. its more like sometimes you have to fake it because
Feb 7, 2013 12:05:17 GMT -5
plasmaball: we find you boring.
Feb 7, 2013 12:05:22 GMT -5
LadyGunSlinger: Your psychobabble is just that and shows you don't know shit about a woman's body.
Feb 7, 2013 12:27:10 GMT -5
plasmaball: sigh sarcasm is lost on the stupid. dear the womans body is not a rubix cube.
Feb 7, 2013 12:37:53 GMT -5
LadyGunSlinger: As if I am suppose to be able to discern your attitude over the interwebz??
Feb 7, 2013 12:44:55 GMT -5