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I yearn for a time when people's sexuality wasn't part of their identity. My Grandparents bought home heating oil from the same guy for 40 years. He drove the same little tanker truck out, filled it up and went away. Did business with the man for 4 decades. He could have gotten off work, gone home, dressed like a pirate and jerked off to holocaust videos and they'd literally have never known. All that mattered was he delivered fuel and did it on time. His sexuality was so fucking far down the list of things that made someone who they were it wasn't even discussed in public.
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Merovingian Club

A club for red-pilled exiles.