Turn the confusion inward. Not like the black cocks you ingest, more like a breathing therapy. Focus. Slowly Germy.

Repeat after me...

It's not my fault, god loves me.
It's not my fault I'm Germy.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
Piss puking and taking shots in the seat don't make me gay.

God bless and good luck with your inner faggot queerbait.