I wonder, sometimes, whether that or not this is how my erotic “code“ between a certain kind of people who are culturally supposed to beat up gay people. But certainly among their number, are just as many gay people as there are in any other culture. So perhaps hanging a pair of testicles off the back of their truck is like putting a streak of blood above your door in Roman times or drawing a fish in the sand, or putting a pineapple out in front of your house in Bridgemil.
Sort of like, “hey, if you’re interested, I like balls!”
Probably not. It’s probably A deeply disturbed sense of humor if you could call it that.
