Ok. I promised this blog would ONLY be about the slimy, deceptive marketing and business practices of the PUA gurus.
But I’ve long harbored a suspicion that many of the “Gurus” in this market are repressed homosexuals. That they are covering their closet-queen prancings and butt-piracy by their swaggering, dick-wagging proclamations about their super cool lifestyles where supermodels are banging down their doors just to get a chance to jump on their crabbed little tiny man-sticks.
Well, today, as a friend reminded me, is National Coming Out Day. It’s the day for all the repressed and hidden queers to proudly stand up and say, “I’m a fudge packer and I’m proud”.
So Savoy PUA and Mehow PUA and Gambler PUA, here is your chance. If you are, in fact, bunghole luvin’ ass-packers, come on out and tell everyone.
Jesus loves you.
So do I.
No one will laugh at you(too much).
Just ‘fess up.
And proudly put on those split-crotch panties, feather boas and sequined-bras as you march about your gay mansions singing songs from “RENT”.
Piece, peace, and isn’t satire(and the constitutional protections it affords) grand?