The Hypocrisy of Battle-axe Bisexuals
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After debating against my own thoughts and feelings for several months regarding this topic, I finally did it. I made a book debunking all arguments used by people who call themselves "battle-axe bisexuals", as a former battle-axe bisexual myself.
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