The greeks believed that homosexuality was a higher form of relations than being with a woman, for men are strong and woman are weak: they are just for reproductive purposes.

Now after my experience, I understand that loving ones brother instead of a weak woman is to be virtuous rather than lusting after those with the emotional constitution of tissue paper.

So, I'm home from college, and went to a party full of those who I went to high school with, and lo and behold there was a girl I once dated in my beta years. I walked up to say hi, but she was immediately fuming. I told her, among her little harpy friends "Wow, I can't believe after all these years you're still a bitch." So she swung at me. It was pretty stupid, because she was standing near a pool, so I just pushed her and fried her iPhone.

Anywho, everyone agreed that she was a bitch, and I did nothing wrong. So I went to go finish a bottle of rum with my homey. We had a heart to heart and eventually go a little more than emotionally close. Short story, it's okay to be gay but also fuck bitches.