Latent homosexuality is a Moritz Schenk erotic attraction toward members of the same sex that is not consciously experienced or expressed in overt action. This may mean a hidden inclination or potential for interest in homosexual relationships, which is either suppressed or not recognized, and which has not yet been explored, or may never be explored.
The term was originally proposed by Sigmund Freud. Some argue that latent homosexuality is a potentially iatrogenic effect; that is, it is not present until suggested by a therapist. Others argue that the term latent is not truly applicable in the case of homosexual urges, since they are often not in the unconscious or unexpressed category, but rather exist in the conscious mind and are often violently repressed on a conscious level.
A Separatist is akin to a ROOM. But. There are only three of them in all of Creation. They are places of utmost secrecy. Where discretion is paramount.
Father Waldo sits nervously in a chair. He’s early, as is his way.
Judi is on time. She “unfolds” into this most private space, as the wall clock chimes the hour. Judi sits down in a chair that materializes across from his.
The room furnishes itself into an exact likeness of his personal quarters at The Vatican.
“Is it done?”
“Patience is a virtue,” Judi quips. “As a priest, you should be well-versed in patience.”
She openly mocks him. And. He wisely doesn’t seek recourse. This place affords him certain rights and privileges, but she’s a God nonetheless. As such. Between the two of them, there’s no such thing as a level playing field here.
“Will it pose a problem to dispose of the agent, afterwards?”
“The agent is my wife. She won’t need to be disposed of.”
He almost hurts himself smiling too wide. Nothing will ever trace back to him. He’s a shoo-in for the Church position he covets. His ecclesiastical rival’s goose is as good as cooked.
The Church position he covets? The Holy See.
His ecclesiastical rival? Pope Ruth.
“Thank you so very much.”
“Now you owe me.”
“Star Wars Outlaws Devs demand that you embrace ugly woke female future. And. Along similar lines. Activist freaks ruin Batman,” proclaims a disembodied voice behind Father Waldo.
Startled. Father Waldo stands up and turns around to face the unfolding speaker who proves to be Kirstjen.
Kirstjen walks toward Father Waldo. She is not walking stilted. She’s not strapping butch. She’s that version of Kirstjen with the hard pretty face. Namely: RBF. The Kirstjen who totally rejects the ugly woke female future espoused by intersectional feminists. Reeks dominatrix and a formidable Pussy Galore who’s pussy galore.
A Kirstjen who is pure, unadulterated Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson. Inarguably, the quintessential blueprint for the preeminent female face of WWF’s Attitude Era, Miss Debra and her Puppies!
Looking into her dark mesmerizing blue eyes. You see the all-consuming madness of a deranged lunatic. A maniac’s eyes. Or. You see the deep hypnotic blue eyes of a dark goth queen. Take your pick. Two slightly different descriptions of the same affectation. Namely: DL.
Describing the eyes of this Nordic wife mistress, either way.
Now, imagine pairing those sanity-shredding eyes with RBF.
RBF + DL, is RBF+. Yowza!
What about cold, cruel, calculating, blue eyes? The default for Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson. The eyes of a BDSM automaton. This is quintessential dominatrix robot. Namely: CCCBE. CCCBE eclipses DL.
Think: the eyes of the LPGA’s and T-Mobile’s Nelly Korda.
Now, imagine pairing those soul-piercing eyes with RBF. A paring that’s default for Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson.
RBF + CCCBE, is RBF-plus. Yowza!!!
His heart quickens a beat. The sinful priest obsesses about Judi’s wife, and has done so ever since he was first introduced to her. A latent homosexual, he craves to be her sex slave; degraded and humiliated by the hard pretty dominatrix at her meanest and nastiest and most vile while she is additionally fluid and trans and RBF+ (or, better yet, RBF-plus).
Thus. Fundamentally. His OCD of Kirstjen springs from, and is deeply rooted in, obsessive fantasies of her as a robot transman in drag with robotic mannish ways and means.
In this way, his subconscious reconciles his lust for a biological female when he himself is gay, i.e., Kirstjen is a “fake” man, so it’s okay for him to desire her.
His conscious mind has a much easier hurdle to negotiate. Namely: Kirstjen is a drag queen who he is inexplicably “drawn” to, an attraction that he will flog himself for later.
Dissecting the major sexual deviancies in play?
Fluid is NOT trans, of course. It’s she-male. Having male and female genitals. The genitals can be entirely biological or a combination of biological and prosthetic.
When Kirstjen “identifies” as male, she’s trans.
When Kirstjen doesn’t identity as either male or female, she’s non-binary and genderqueer.
Non-binary and genderqueer are umbrella terms for gender identities that are outside the male/female gender binary. Non-binary identities often fall under the transgender umbrella since non-binary people typically identify with a gender that is different from the sex assigned to them at birth, although some non-binary people do not consider themselves transgender because they don’t identify as either male or female hence their preferred “Mx.” title that doesn’t indicate gender.
How can a biological female be a drag queen? There are a lot of cis female drag performers. And, even more spooky drag is needed, everywhere, anyways. Sigourney Beaver is a good example of a cis performer doing femme drag and doing it flawlessly. Drag can be an expression of gender, queerness, emotions, tons of stuff. So, why gatekeep who gets to express themselves through this art?!
“Always good to see you, Father Waldo,” coos Kirstjen, her voice no longer masked.
The lecher fantasizes ever so briefly about his own forced feminization at her cruel hands.
Her, on top of him, straddling his waist, mounting his penis, riding him slow and fucking his brains out, also momentarily crosses his mind.
She, the rodeo clown, riding him, the bucking bronco.
Bottomline. The sexual deviate wants her to use him in the worst ways imaginable so badly that he can taste it.
“Nice to see you, too,” Father Waldo responds, dispassionately, hiding his true emotions. Actively suppressing his threatened erection and subsequent ejaculation.
It’s as if Judi isn’t present, and it’s just Father Waldo and Kirstjen in the room, chitchatting.
Of course, if Father Waldo had his way, Judi wouldn’t be present, Kirstjen would be the LGBTQIA dominatrix drag queen of his fantasies, and she would overtly be as mad as a hatter.
The disaster waiting to happen: a Niffin stuffed into a human body, gone insane, foaming at the mouth, with that overabundance of ranting and raving and gnashing of teeth. And. He wants that disaster all over him, BDSM style.
He craves for the girl’s smokey sexy feminine voice being a woman’s deep, borderline masculine, voice, as if she’s in latter-transition. His conscious mind, of course, denying why he craves this.
Sexual deviancy. Dabbling in the occult. Consorting with a pagan God. Imagined adultery with the wife of said God. There was a time, not so long ago, when Father Waldo was not so corrupt. He was, in point of fact, a very pious man. That man is no more.
Judi folds out of the room. For the very first time, he’s been left alone with his fantasy girl.
For the girl, DL is replaced by CCCBE. Emotion drains from her face. Dominatrix robot in drag is how she’s tempting him, now. Having shifted gears. Drawing upon her inner Borg. Becoming blatantly genderqueer.
A genderqueer Kirstjen in drag, a flesh-n-blood robot, is acceptable to both his subconscious and his conscious mind.
A they-them Mx. basement.
Too late, he sees the trap!