Malthus called me gay.
And honestly? Valid.
I mean, I winked at the man.
If a man did that to me I would have first taken him into a dark alley and called my landlord.
Why would I have called my landlord? Because he is a gay rapist. How do I know this? Well, I once caught him doing the deed in front of me, I saw all of it with my own eyes… in the mirror.
But still, an impotent man calling me gay? I can't accept it. It's like a feminist calling me a misogynist just because I called her a slut while she was filming a threesome for her onlyfans. (I was the cameraman)
Hence, I would not allow Malthus to call me that.
"I am not Gay!" I shouted.
"Then why did you winked at me?"
"Because for a second I believed my aunty. If you want to accuse me then accuse me of stupidity because I listened to her."
"I heard her too but I didn't winked. You winked because you had some twisted intentions in your heart for me."
