I knew I was gay before I was out of diapers. Whenever my father changed me I would pop a tiny little baby boner and piss all over my own feeble body. Since I was delivered prematurely as a result of a failed late term abortion, my oxygen and iron levels were almost fatally low, which is the cause of my frail body, weak constitution, and feminine physique. The abortial hygienist said I was spat out of my mom's crusted vagina like a cum-greased turd from the prolapsed asshole of a 60 year old BBC gang bang super slut still posting animated GIFs to /r/gilfs. The abortion doctor claimed it was the most sickeningly disturbing medical event he'd ever witnessed! My mom tried to sue him for violating his hypnocratic oaths, but I'm told he hanged himself from a doorknob before the court date. Whatever the case, I consider myself blessed to be alive.

In my early years I was strongly attracted to the older men. Now that I am a couple years away from collecting social security (disability and social security? Funko mountain, here I come! Woot woot!) my penis is still virtually indistinguishable from my balls, but my sexual fixation on older men has been replaced by an insatiable lust for raping emotionally vulnerable young boys! As friends of gyrate dot org will say...well, that's gyrate dot org of gyrate dot org's gyrate dot org for you!

Standing down and standing by, Mister President...ask me anything. MAGA!