It's not important, and I've seen plenty of discourse to the contrary.. but it's still bothering me.
You want me to believe that a being who's given in to EVERY earthly delight he's come across.. food, drink, dancing, clothes, theatre, books, music, intrigue.. would suddenly and arbitrarily draw the line at a little bit of lust with his true love of 6,000 years? Especially when he finds out his feelings are reciprocated?! And then end with Bury Your Gays?! But here, have some other unrelated gays you just met and know nothing about other than they look just like the ones we just killed off. No. And I'll thank you to fuck all the way off.












