“I Was Straight” by Lem Billings

Lacey isn’t a Satanist. She was just trying to explain Satanism.

What is Satanism today? If there’s an Illuminati it’s…what Jack Kennedy believed in and still can’t let go of.

Some people are Satanists who reject Christ. God might be able to save the souls amongst the Satanists who are simply very hurt Christians. But…Jack…*long pause* had a…complicated form of evil and good.

Jack…wanted to be evil and defy God. He really did. But he also…loved God like he loved his father.

And so…he spent 10 years or so making up down and down up. Daily. That was his heart’s most passionate desire. He wanted to make good evil and evil good…to a point. He couldn’t…be loving. Loving people who he couldn’t…be rich and superior with…was unthinkable.

Jack…felt high as a fucking kite when I gave him oral sex. He tried to replicate that experience with actual meth. Yes. He was that high from my oral sex.

What did I experience? *Lem laughs* Ahh…giving oral sex isn’t that sexually charged. It just isn’t. It’s a penis in your face. …A smelly, hairy penis. It’s annoying to gag. It’s not pleasurable to almost vomit. …But…it’s not much better getting it up your butt. The only fun part would be giving anal sex. And I didn’t like that either…because I wasn’t aroused by men. So…giving sexual pleasure without receiving anything in return…was…something I learned to accept. Yes…I essentially lived the life of a closeted lesbian, even though I am a cis straight man. And it was…sad. But I came to terms with it early on in my teens years while I experimented at Chaote. Being gay…meant…a life of bizarre celibacy for me, Lem Billings.

The Planets: Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity by Holst as played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra as conducted by Sir Adrian Bolt plays. And it’s crisp. Maybe the air was better when they recorded it.

At any rate, Jack had a lesbian wife. And I was her. Except I’m not a woman. I’ve never been a woman. I’m merely a man. And Lacey loves me…and of course I love her.

What did I experience though? While I had stinky cock in my face?

Well…Jack isn’t big. So…that was always to my advantage. And I had a big mouth. So it was lovely to not gag…every time. Or at least once and while. I’d often vomit after sex.

What did I experience? Nothing pleasurable. Nothing pleasurable at all. I’m sorry. I’ve restrained myself from just saying that. I didn’t want to be hurtful to gay men.

I’m not commenting on the sanity of all gay men or whether or not homosexuality is allowed in Heaven. Get a grip. I’m merely saying that real gay men do exist. And I wasn’t one of them. At all. …I’m sorry. You were lied to. And I…accidentally lied to you…too.

Anyway…I felt no pleasure. But Jack…did. Jack…got higher than a kite. And that gave me no pleasure either. I…being so chaste…tragically and yet not…had no idea what he was experiencing at times. See…I did masturbate. But…that’s hardly…like being there in the flesh. It’s possible Lacey and I had sex if there’s reincarnation in the Bible…but…she was dead. Much like I am now. It’s not…as good. It’s just not. And humorously or not…it’s mostly a logistical issue. It’s complicated. And I’ll refrain from discussing it all further right now.

So…what gives? Welp. …Jack was…experiencing something different than I was. He was…happy. I was…resigned. I was…secretly suicidal always.

And that’s possibly what Lacey senses.” says Lem Billings.

Howlin’ For You by The Black Keys plays for Jack Kennedy.

“Jack would…plan the sex.” says Lem.

“No. We know you did!!” say the living Kennedys.

“What did I do?” asks Lem.

“That fucked up ugly cow is a Satanist! I fucking I don’t-I don’t get it. I don’t get the point of this fucking blog. She ain’t caring. She don’t give a shit about me.

She don’t want to save us. Dick and duck! That nice bitch. I could have her. She’s worthless. Go to Hell, Lacey. I’m GOD!!! God was poor. Not one of you. You ain’t human. WE ARE!!!“ says the white southern man who presented himself as a real Christian.

WE ARE by Jon Batiste plays for him and other members of his like.

“I pretend like I give a shit about her…but the truth is that I just want money. To get high. I just want her money. I’m a heartless white whore!” sincerely says a white sprite southern man.

He thinks.

“Oh shit! No I care!!” he says.

“Kids do. Some do. But you’re just a heartless psychotic narcissist. Or a psychopath.” says Lacey.

“You bitch.” he says.

“Yeah. You know that’s true.” says Lacey.

“Oh who fucking cares? I’m better than you, Lacey. That’s the damn truth.” he says.

TELL THE TRUTH by Jon Batiste plays.

“I’m going to get sex!” says Jack Kennedy to himself getting off the phone with a Mr. Lem Billings. “He took a shit in the White House. Drank some soda. And smiled.” he says to himself chewing gum obnoxiously like a cow from Hell on crack.

He slid his flat ass with health issues into his seat in the car. And drove. All the damn way to Boston. Yes. He drove himself to Boston. He was still a little high. The Secret Service was used to it though.

When he sauntered onto the Kennedy Compound he had a slight awkward erection that made it hard for him to walk. He leaned forward. Bounced in his step. Put his hands in his pockets. Chewed his gum like a cow from Hell on crack.

We Are by Baaj & Baaj plays. Let’s hope Baaj is a truly nice man with a genuinely good sense of humor.

Yes. He was one of those totally unaware men who…unfortunately don’t know what’s going on in their own bedroom. They’re a thing, you see? They are…a common character in at least Western art.

Jack was greeted not by Lem…but Jackie. And that pissed him off. He spent the rest of the night angry but distracted. Then that night he viciously raped Lem and left Lem with a bloody tongue. He’d litterally had to beat up Lem to try to get him to fuck him. It didn’t work. But…Lem tried to please him in his usual way.

Why didn’t Jack want oral sex? He usually liked it. …Because since becoming the US President he had become…different. Why!? Because…he was hanging out with different people.

Jack had previously been with his family and others like him. But after he was elected US President he got it in his head…through his new posh friends that…people expected more from sex.