So I’m browsing around, strolling through the archives here because I’m rather morose over Aunt Helen news and don’t feel like posting anything substantial, and bumped into the first mention of the Transgendered Purple Octopus Alien on this blog (actually we were still on Blogger back then, but whatever).
I guess it might be that he’s a prude, but I don’t think so.
I think what’s going on is that he’s afraid all his friends will make fun of him, or he’ll get in trouble at UD for hanging out with a “homo girl”.
That’s just dumb. Did I already say that? Well, I’m saying it again.
First, I’m not a “homo girl”. I already said I wasn’t a lesbian. I kissed a girl. I did some other stuff. With a girl. So what? What is this, 1952? 1893? 1407? Am I gonna get burned at the stake now? It felt good, and I’m gonna do it again. Tonight. Twice.
And what if I WAS a lesbian? Or a bisexual? Maybe I like sleeping with Martians! Maybe I want to tell the whole world that I had sex with a Trans-gender Purple Octopus Alien from Mars! What the hell does that have to do with anything? It wasn’t rape, so piss off to anyone who doesn’t like it. The Trans-gender Purple Octopus Alien from Mars kinda liked it! He/She is coming over tomorrow and we’re gonna do it on the front lawn! With Kate! (I’m gonna introduce her to the joys of tentacle love.
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The TraPOA makes occasional reappearances here from time to time, so regular readers should remember her/him.
Anyways, I remembered that I came across a portrait of her/him and Kate a while back and forgot to show that to you.
It’s below the fold.
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