OGs of Homofascism – openly gay before the revolution and the mass conversion to homosexuality. Once marginalized, they are now on top of the social ladder. They are executives at their company which manufactures armaments for the State. It gets them hard to think their work is directly aiding in spreading the just war of homosexual expansionism. They are respected daddies in their communities – both in their late 30s and the proud fathers of three sons. They’re raising them to the Party’s dictum, word for word. They welcome the weekly visits from the orthodoxy police to ensure their sons are on the right androphilic path. A bruising enforcer testing you on your loyalty and masculinity is enough to set any boy gay. And they enjoy all masculine pastimes. They love sports, they workout, they build, and fix, and reason. Before, they used to distinguish themselves between top and bottom, but no more. It’s counter-revolutionary, but also contrary to their new understanding. The one who identified as a bottom truly internalized the desire to use his manhood to bring pain and pleasure to another man. His fear of topping vanished with the androphilia that subsumed the nation in the years following the revolution.

And they were happy to surrender any and all feminine pursuits they had indulged once upon a time. The Party was right to purge the nation of all symbols and acts of effeminacy. They once enjoyed drag shows, but now they see them as the pinnacle of hetero-feminine decadence. Men dressing up and acting like women? What an affront to androphilia. What an affront to the Patriarch. It makes them cringe with genuine shame to think they used to enjoy it. But that was the past. They’re changed men. Completely at one with the Party and their leader.

They’re enjoying their Sunday at the beach, surrounded by hundreds of gay men and their families – both original and converts. They love their new converted brothers, and they fully accept that they have cast aside their heathen heterosexuality. But most OGs of Homofascism never quite get over their superiority complex. The “I was here first” outlook. Still, a gay’s a gay for all that. And here, on this sunny beach on the Med coast, there’s only gays to be found. Not a straight man in sight. Not a woman in sight. This is the paradise they were promised. The Party said they would deliver, and deliver they did.

Glory to the Patriarch.

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