Somewhere along the way of fooling the straights into thinking faggots want to play house instead of play "how many anonymous loads can I take in my ass tonight", faggots actually started believing their own propaganda. They started actually trying to find monogamous partners with perfect complementary personalities to complete their rom-com lives, and that has hilariously led to the faggot cultural insignificance and the ascension of the sideshow tranny freak. Her makeup and instafilter at least cover the desolation of a man waiting for his prince.

Newsflash: all faggots are waiting for daddy to come and rape them into feeling loved again. The craving for anonymous cock is the eternal search for the chimera of the canonical father figure with the cumshot of paternal intimacy. Any casual conversation preceding the encounter might betray the lie of the paternal knowing behind the impending penetration.

However, the faggot's search for a "husband" is inevitably divorced from his sexual perversions and driven by a concept of romantic partnership he Frankensteined together from his favorite chick-flicks. He is tragically unaware that the chick-flick serves as an assuaging tool to the already trapped-by-children straight married couples to confirm that loving your husband is actually an unrealistic stressful waste of time. The essence of a chick flick is how disastrous romance is compared to settling with whoever knocked you up first.

So the faggot goes through man after man waiting for the magical puzzle piece that will complete his own cardboard cutout of being a person, and then they sit in a room together and talk about anything but how unsatisfying they find each other.

The faggot constantly fails to create life from his neurotically pieced together concepts of love, much like anyone would fail to actually create a person by sewing pieces of dead people together.

Let's explore the different results of the tragic Disney Romance faggot phenomenon

1) the dogfuckers - they got a dog and they make him anxious through their constant polite seething disagreement.

1b) the dogfucker - the result of their inevitable breakup. They love the dog, but they hate that cheating bastard.

2) the creepy gay parents - the creepy nightmare of two faggots in possession of a child makes it so they never enjoy being in public. Their child is forced to constantly pretend that two gross men that fuck in the ass is an adequate substitute for a mother.

2b) the much better gay single father - leaves his old dried up wife after reproducing to fuck young boys in a depressing apartment.

3) the desperately smiling faggots - They have nothing but their beaming smiles, telling you, them, everyone that they are totally and tensely happy to be arm in arm with their soul mate love of their life. They practice their soul mate smiles in the mirror, and take dozens of carefully lit selfies, but the dissatisfaction remains visible in the perpetually tensed corners of their eyes.

3b) The neurotic single gay slut - whether rich or poor, he is the drug-addict final form of the increasingly insane post-breakup faggot hedonist. He has many stories of why each of his exes didn't match his soul properly. His dogs are dead and his children are grown. He has lost all sexual appeal, and no longer takes any pictures because his despair is too evident in all of them.

It's time for the faggots to stop marrying for love and start marrying for partnership. Yes motherfucker, this is my business partner, i married him, we fuck, and we balance the budget. We don't want kids or a dog because that would get in the way of doing whatever the fuck we want and not giving a shit about your opinion.

That's faggot marriage built to last. Embrace degenerate hedonism and a mortgage. Let him cheat, so he won't get fat. PrEP and protein shakes for everyone. Take turns pretending to be daddy raping your hole. Everyone wins.