"I love to suck cock."

After a lot hemming and hawing and false starts, you finally say what you think is the password.

How humiliating.

Not that being gay is humiliating - of course not. At one point in your life you wondered if you were gay, because there was this guy at scout camp that was... well, something really attractive about him with his shirt off and seeing his bulge in his tighty-whites.

But then that went away when you had your first girlfriend in high-school, and you loved snuggling up with her and feeling her flowing dresses and putting your hands on her bra-encased breasts on those rare occasions when she would allow you to get to second base when here parents were out and you were with her watching movies and kissing.

Before she dumped you for that rich asshole who's father was some sort of wealth manager for other rich people.

No, the humiliating part is saying "I love to suck cock." Who does that? Who "loves" to suck cock? Nobody! It's disgusting, you say to yourself.

Password unintelligble, please repeat.

Oh jeez, you realize you have to say it again. You take a couple of deep breaths and clear your throat, so you only have to say it one more time.