Could you imagine in the gay bible, The twelve disciples would be chosen by... you know... their size. The J man would still have the biggest wang, but the boys would be chosen so they didn't feel embarrassed in the river when naked in the company of the other men.
Hairy, naked, Arab men. They'd wash each other's backs, like friends, mates.
The J man famously preferred boys who'd had the snip, but having a foreskin wasn't a deal breaker. I imagine that Judas had a lovely chamois hood hanging down.
The men would look at it, just below the surface of the water and wonder.
Blue sky. Sunshine. The bank of the river dirt, broken by olive trees.
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