I mean, right, you guys? Closet or no, when they see a shirtless guy, THEY HAVE TO LOOK. It makes them hate themselves, sure, and maybe they go home and carve scars into their skin because life isn't worth living with these 'strange feelings' but on a deep, demonic level, they like it. It's what they live for, and it's why living is so hard while denying it.
Because, when they're flipping through the channels, and they see one, they have to stop. They do not realize why, but WHEN THEY DO, they keep flipping, and they hope that their best friends didn't notice the pause, but it's there, and it will always be there. There's nothing they can do about it. But they want to. They want to be able to do something about it.
So maybe they talk about how hot that chick is over there, or how much they hate homos (less common now that Obama's in office, you guys), or just about how they like spending time with their bros on a purely brosef level (and there's nothing wrong with that).
But that doesn't change the facts: people who like dudes, like shirtless dudes, and the 'closets' like dudes, inherently, the end.
Happiness is out there, wating for you; you just have to want it, you guys.
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