It used to be easy to tell beta males apart from gay males. Betas had their issues with women — social awkwardness, anxiety, inexperience at the art of courtship — but you never mistook their deficiencies for latent homosexuality. Through the sperg haze of their betatude, it was still clear these were guys who were attracted to women and loved to be around pretty girls, (maybe loved them too much, leading to a lack of state control in the company of beautiful babies).
But that was then. This is now:
The onesie party is bad enough, but that ball-crunching leg cross by the guy in the white jammies… jeeeeeezus. I wonder if he looks at his own penis through a system of mirrors, lest he faint from direct sight of it?
Generation Self-Castration. A low T epidemic is sweeping the white West. Pretty soon we’ll be talking about survivalist holdouts with abnormally high T levels in the 5-10 ng/dl range.
So…. these three males: Beta or gay?
The woman-thing appears to be a pear-shaped Lena Dunham clone. All this gaybeta/betagay excitement will not rouse her hamster even a little bit from its slumber, nor will an effervescent tingle circumnavigate her arid tomb chute this night.