The Garden of Manly Delights

This wonderful patch of paradise is your Garden of Manly Delights. You've accrued a fine collection of men here, to carouse and caress to your satisfaction. They aren't the real ones, of course, but rather just impressions on your mind synthesized from the actual men you know. It's no substitute for real intimacy, but you feel more confident being able to practice with them like this. You hope you can do that well outside your mind, too.

You wonder if there should be more fish in here. You'd love to have more fish to get closer with, but it's been difficult finding icthyians who are as interested in you as you would be in them. Oh well! It's probably just because you've been spending so much time on land.

Who would you like to take with you?

Someone courageous?

You dip into the thickets of coral and bring out... Nozzle!

Of all the land-folk who still loiter around that alley, Nozzle is the one you want to get closer to - nay, closer than closer to. His drive, his bravery, his natural charm, his infinite knowledge about land culture... Oh, how you wish the two of you could learn the intricacies of each other by heart.
Unfortunately, you are pretty sure he is heterosexual.

You got Nozzle!

Someone delicate?

You dip into the thickets of coral and bring out... Golrom!

Every day, you curse yourself for not being comfortable enough with yourself to express your feelings to Golrom. His shy nature and fragility inspire you to be the supermale that men like him should be able to turn to in their times of need. You could build a life with xem, and you wish xe knew that xe could build a life with you, too.

You got Golrom!

Someone distinguished?

You dip into the thickets of coral and bring out... Dracula!

You could argue your time with Dracula was the first step towards accepting your own homosexuality. The manner that he treated you with made you feel truly special, and that sort of connection could only be stoked by someone truly special in turn. You've had some of your fondest dreams about this man, and this dream is shaping up to be one of them.

You got Dracula!

Someone spunky?

You dip into the thickets of coral and bring out... Blain! You're fairly sure that's what his name was.

You may have never talked to Blayke, but his understated, ladylike physique has a charisma you could dedicate a building to. It's a miracle he hasn't inspired all around him towards artistry, the way he lingers in your mind, with those angles and that piercing glare of his. Perhaps he'll keep you inspired as you gallivant about in your mind today!

You got Blathe!

Someone with the sweetest, saddest eyes?

You dip into the thickets of coral and bring out... that guy from prison! The tall one!

You don't know much about this man, but you know enough to intuit that he has a deep, dreary hole in his gentle heart. And with any hole in any man's heart, you are absolutely qualified to fill it, with yourself. Maybe you could catch up to him alone without that nasty little thing following him around one day. You bet you could puzzle out his address if you remembered what his name was.

You got the white guy!

The Garden of Manly Delights lays empty and quiet. Not a soul in sight, not a man in mwah-ing range, not a bachelor in the bicinity. You can't help but feel like a monster.