Sexuality dimension

Imagine this scenario: you’re walking along the street, and a stranger, who youve never seen, or met, says to you, as you pass them
you are not your sexuality, but are the one they tell you you are:
Then imagine that starts to happen, everywhere you go
And tell me, does this not sound like some sort of wierd parallel universe?

And to boot, there’s a woman, and she’s everywhere, too,

And for your part in all this all you care about, is getting fucked by her

And then there’s a parade of them, not just one, but groups, almost salivating on you, telling you it’s not true, your desire, you don’t really want her to fuck you, cause they say they know it’s not, cause they all agree

And they say because they said it it’s true

And they believe it, they believe you’re not a lesbian, as if it were a new found religion

They believe it so much you begin to think the woman you want to fuck you starts to believe it too

But you don’t know about her, one never knows about her….that’s the real wierd part, she’s everywhere

And this has become quite strange, given that I’m schizophrenic

And a lesbian

But in a wierd dimension

It’s very, very strange, I call this dimension, the congruence of brain and world meeting, this land, “stralia”