The gay man looked me dead in the eyes and

The gay man looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I'm so happy."

"Well good for you! You know what another word for happy is? Gay! Just like you!" The gay man failed to laugh at my joke, and instead hugged me, "I just heard the greatest thing

you little rat. I heard it was you that defiled my father's grave. Now, I'm going defile you!" He was gay but he was also strong. He dragged me by the arm down the dark

star. The force was strong with this one, as were his pecs, biceps and abs. Maybe this wouldn't be torture after all.

Maybe his light saber would make my day brighter.He came closer and I was already close to coming as he forced himself into me,just to tease me.I was wrong:it was torture.Good old

light saber torture. The kind that sparked and sizzled. The slow burn. Smelling flesh cooking like a skirtsteak in a fire, gritty and dirty and foul, when the empire was really

controlled by a band of Mother Earth followers with anal obsessions of cleanliness, tidy streets and saving the polar bear. I released all my frustrations that had accumulated over

I lollygagged then, right there in the mud that I loved, fantasizing self-indulgently about the headlocks I'd put on the Javan rhinoceros, the stinger splash on an amur tiger, and

revenge I would serve for all the agony the mean animals had caused me. I was happy in my cruel world despite the cruelties. Life in the mud is a simple life and simple armor.