My diet is the diet for serotonin stability. It neither makes me feel like a Superman or a weakling, slave nor master, which is the obsession of all Nietzscheans for some sad fucking reason.
Eat Spinich, Broccoli, Chocolate (I had to eat a giant size Hershey’s almond chocolate bar before bed often while homeless, building up my atrophied leg, was a difficult time, but does a good job modulating the body under incredible stress), and lots and lots of meat.
That is a similar formula for guys with prostate issues. I never err read to do it, I just did. Think Kabobs, almost the paleodiet. How did I know, I don’t fucking know.
Can mothers eating lots of soy sauce make gay kids? Maybe. I know a lot of gays have misshapen finger lengths, I don’t believe it is genetic. May be, in a sense, but looks like it us triggered in the womb. I’m not one of those who insist homosexuality is genetic or environmental or choice… but if you do have the capacity to choose, obviously choose to reproduce. I’m not opposed to the obvious cases, where a guy like me slaps down his hand on a table, a gay guy does, and you see the fingers comes off very different lengths per digit. But if they aren’t, I’m gonna get a woman to fuck you, and your gonna like it dammit. If I have a son, and he can’t point to some conslusive evidence for him being gay, I’m dragging him to a Mexican WhoreHouse by the ear, locking him in there till he comes out at least Bisexual. No way I’m raising that fuckers for 19 years, asked to pay for his college, just for him to out on me, introducing me to his male fiance… I’m not saying “Oh my God I’m so blessed”… your fucking a prostitute son. I went wrong with you at some point, didn’t play enough catch or chess… hiking and boy scouts, or let you ride that pony when you were 4… but guess what, your gonna have titties in your face till you blow your load, five times over at least.
Thats what dads do. I don’t think soy sauce can do shit, but if a son does come out gay, we sure ain’t eating Chinese afterwards, just incase.