Masters Points Out That The Heterosexuals Were

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Masters Points Out That The Heterosexuals Were At A Disadvantage, As They Do Not Benefit From What He Called “gender Empathy”. Doing Unto Your Partner As You Would Do Unto Yourself Only Works Well When You're Gay.