Like the legs of someone who doesn’t care much about shoes.
Well, they go all the way down to the ground, that’s about their best feature.
ahem
I haven’t seen your legs, my old friend. But if they’re long enough that your location is Manhattan & NJ, then you’re right up there with Eve! 
Hey, they don’t call me “The Colossus of Rhoda” for nuthin’.
Ephesians 2:8
For by grace are you saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God
Weeeeelllll…my mom’s old college friend died last week, someone who did a lot of good in her life and died a long, hard death. I don’t think she’ll be saying howdy to Uday and Qusay up there right now. But you’re right that the default position of God, as I understand it from CCD. is that he loves us all and wants us all to go to heaven unless we deliberately choose evil. The OP (where iiiiiis he?) thinks that being gay is enough to do that. I and almost everybody else here disagrees.
I can’t remember where I read this comment:
“(Fundamentalist Christians) spend more time thinking about men having sex with men more than any homosexual does”
::tumbleweed rolls by in a whirl of dust; lone dog barks twice in the distance::
personally, I was chilled to the bone by the op’s anecdotal “cure” .
I live in fear that my 100,000 (give or take) gay neighbors will wake up some morning and decide to sashay their buffed, manicured, color-coordinated tasteful & tight asses over to North Beach and start competing with me for pussy.
No shit my friend. Well said. Can you imagine? Tidy, well-dressed, and can accessorize like nobody’s business? I’d be out on my ass in a heartbeat.
With three threads started within hours, all about how “true” the Bible is but having no coherent or cogent arguments, and none of them revisited by the author, methinks Brewster2 is kinda Punky.
DNFT(religious)T, folks. ;j
I’m still waiting for someone to tell me why I should care what his god condemns. O_o
You know you’re really out there when…
A resident of Alaska remarks on your solitude.
makes you want to dope slap those crusaders who devote their life to standing on the corner of Castro and Market trying to effectuate just such a “queer try at a straight guy”. Leave well enough alone, I say.
::Crickets chirp::
“Mighty quiet out here on the prairie tonight”
“Yeah. Quiet. Maybe too quiet.?”
ssssszzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiippppp!! thunk!
“Damn. Bet that smarts.”
It’s enough to make you wish FriendofGod would stop back by! 
::: waves hi at Gaudere as she gags at the thought :::
If heaven is populated by folks like brewster2, I’ll opt to pass.
Can I have some of your millions? That would be cool.