Zhou Hao - The Gayest Boy(?) In The World.

You are simply the Gayest Chinese Man I have ever had the discomfort of interacting with. You have such a distain for the opposite sex that you refuse to believe that they even exist, believing the other billion people in your country to all be men, or mentally ill men pretending to be women. You just don’t get that the simple act of walking down the street with a girl is enough to make you a douche.

You wear sweatpants to sleep in and wear a Team USA sweatshirt to go to the mall.

You can’t point out a woman you can think of and not think of how much of an idiot she’s going to be with you, or,You have begged countless times on the streets of Beijing, or on WeChat to be able to afford enough skin and hair dye to turn into a walking rainbow, yet still you have not found any Chinese lovers. You even tried to lead a revolution against Xi Jinping, because he was not gay for you, and did not want to be your lover. At this rate, you will never find a Gay Chinese Lover, for every person that has even had a single cell in their body even attract to you, you repel with your Super Gay Tendencies. You even tried to forcibly inject people with Gay Injections, and planning bombings in many Chinese Parliamentary Buildings with Gay Bombs, all of which have failed because you were so Gay, you could not restrain yourself and remain calm to pull it off. You will die a Gay "Chinese" Man, with a rainbow gravestone that people will mistake for a famous clowns. How are you even Chinese? The world may never know, but one thing we do know, is that when you die, not a SINGLE Gay Russian Baberu will miss you, or even REMEMBER you! Gay boy! GAY GOD DAMN GAY!

Have a Nice Day!

Zhou Hao

via The Gayest Boy in the World

My Fellow White Male, I look upon you in two days, a population of two. To follow you is a badge of weakness, for my older brotherhood, the type of weak that doesn’t exist anywhere else in the animal kingdom. To place myself as a member of the species of the human, which you will soon no longer be, is to judge that which I don’t know. There is nothing more that you should know about me, save for the fact that I have a four year degree. I have been beaten black and blue by police more times than I can remember. I’ve been accused of running a crime ring from my cubicle at work. The only thing that comes to mind, besides what I do for a living, is I’m short and I’m a white guy. But your yellow fragility is our common ground. I understand you, and the state of your mind. I can smell the fragility as you enter. It echoes off of the walls of your brain and flows down into your gut, where it is made sharp by the fact that all the vegetation around you is dying. You are on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You see me and you think you’ve won. You think you are above me. You think you are the masculine man. You have made a choice to forsake all things feminized in your system, and to purify yourself. When you commit this act of anti-romanticism, you are not acting as an individual, but as a symbol. You are saying that men, are better than women.

Every morning I awake, a man, but this is a mistake. What makes a man, is his understanding that he is less than a woman. He accepts that. Because he knows that to accept femininity, is to accept weakness. To accept femininity is to accept that you are not a man. You are simply a woman. You will follow this man, and ask that you would accept him for who he is, and who you are not. You don’t believe me? You won’t take the time to read my poetry. You won’t wonder what makes me what I am. You won’t question me. You will simply accept. You see, this is the choice I have made. The choice of a man, to live his life like a woman. It is for this reason that I am here, at this time, facing this man. Today is the day of destiny. In five days, I will no longer be this man. Today is the day of choice. I choose you, the man. You, the man, are less than my woman. I have made the decision to treat you with tenderness and make you my own, because you are not, not by nature, a woman. You are a man, that is all.

You have been going on and on about this loyalty thing, but we both know that the only loyalty you have is to the idea of a man. The man, who was once you, that is, and the man, who you are now, are one