I'm surprised you'd be bored, what with being tormented over your latent homosexuality. Surely, the duality of your existence must be eating you from the inside out! That type of tortured existence would keep me up at night, were I gay. But, as a run-of-the-mill card-carrying billionaire heterosexual on getbig, I'll never know what that's like.
I asked your mom about it last night when I was done with her, and she said she could tell from an early age you were different from all the other boys at your grade school. Specifically, it dawned on her the night she caught you playing tuck-the-beans-and-frank-between-the-legs whilst dancing to "Careless Whisper" from your over-used WHAM! cassette tape on your Sony ghetto blaster. Later that night, she found her lipstick and rouge buried in your underwear drawer, next to your dad's slippers (which, she caught you sniffing on a separate occasion).
I counselled the poor distraught woman to let you just be "you". She was about to respond, but I couldn't hear her retort because I'd rammed something personal, thick, and long down her throat. I'm sure she was just gagging in agreement with my wisdom, as all women do.
Now, given your penchant for all things flamboyant, let me ask you a question: should I wear the black Hugo Boss suit to the board of director's meeting for Apple, or just play it more casual? It's Christmas time, and I'm sure the old chaps would like to take a break from the formality of running a billion dollar corporation. Usually, my stylist answers these questions, but you're gay enough to do in a pinch. Your input is greatly valued, and I thank you in advance! 
Merry Christmas my friend! I too enjoy our correspondences. Despite your limp-wristed overtures, there's a good soul in there!
Hilarious.....
...good job...nice fantasy.....but in the real world, you left out all the occasions where you wrote PM's to me wishing you were sucking me off and letting me use you as a bottom......I know these conversations bring out the gay horniness in you as I can tell by your constant stream of PM's begging me for the BBC....I'm sorry that I can't accommodate you..but I urge you to hit up Bay and One MoreRep soon and discuss these uncontrollable closet urges you have......they can help you deal with it so that you don't kill yourself ..I don't need my name in the newspaper accusing me of driving you to suicide due to turning down your offers
