The masculine virus spread with a kiss. It wasn’t so long ago that dude was wearing bowties and pink slacks, obsessing over the flower arrangement in the den, reciting the lyrics of the latest Taylor Swift album. But then, a chance hookup with a masc douchebag on Grindr, and everything changed. Without realizing it, without conscious thought, he wholesale replaced his wardrobe with the same shit the douche from Grindr wore. He bought a bunch of baseball caps, tanks and chains, redid his crib, found new music and shows, and started going to the gym. He’d always been lean and neat, but now he was putting on muscle. Real muscle. Like all the bros. Yeah, the bros. He was one of them now. A bro. Just like the dude he hooked up, who’d given him the virus.
While he can’t say for certain, he’s pretty sure the masculinity was transferred with a kiss. The douche’d been so adamant about it, and it had lasted so long. He can’t explain it, but the masculine energy within him is calling out to be spread. With every guy he hooks up, he makes sure to kiss them long and deep, to ensure they can become as bro-d out as he has. He feels like a soldier in an army, doing his part for the cause by hooking up and spreading the masc virus.
The bromos will not be happy until every gay is just like them.
Become a man
