“So you’re not denying it?” He says as he eagerly unzips his pants. “Would be a shame if someone DID something IRL about your opinion on the internet, wouldn’t it?” 
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“… because you know your personal views are antisocial and fucked up?” By the gods, if his black family members only knew that he was giving a BIGOT a stern talking to on the INTERNET… what would they think? Would they see him differently? The thought made him salivate.
“… you turned out just like them.” Oh god, oh fuck! The catharsis of making a judgmental statement when he’d denied himself the pleasure for weeks. Ad homs weren’t normally his thing but this BIGOT was really doing something to him… he felt disgusted and aroused.
“… you don’t seem to know what an ad hom is,” he said smugly. He was almost there. Winning the argument against this uncultured, BIGOTED, ANONYMOUS LITTLE FUCK was just icing on the cake—SUDDENLY, WHITE HOT GUILT SHOT UP DIRECTLY INTO HIS EYE. THE SEARING PAIN. THE PLEASURE.
Covered in thick, sticky white regret and shame and struggling to see out of one eye, he mustered his remaining strength to press the block button. He’d done it again—gone and tangoed with these little bigots. Why did it always end up this way? “Well, at least I’m not racist.”
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