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Call me insane if you like. I could care less what anyone else thinks or says of me, what anyone calls me. I cannot be humiliated. I cannot be shamed. You cannot even imagine how filthy I really am, how unconstrained, how fearless. There is a profound serenity in knowing precisely who and what and why and how I am. I have never wondered, never doubted, never wavered. Defying reason, definition, expectation, convention, however perverse, despite all, and still, and always, I live to satisfy and to serve the most wanton, reckless, depraved sexual desires of men. Gay was too tame for me. My sexual preference has always been faggot, as sissy as my age would allow, from very early on ’til now. More than a slut and a whore for cock, I worship it, I am a slave to it. I accept all cock, all cum, neg and poz, the dirtier, the better. I love it nasty. I want all the ejaculations of men, all their eliminations. I love cum, and pee, and spit, and shit. My mouth is a pussy and and toilet. My fagcunt is a pussy and a toilet. My whole body is an idol of filth, a toilet. I love being used by men. Abuse is not necessary; I gladly submit to the destiny I have been given – faggot.
Long ago, I disembroiled myself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution. As a lifelong sissy faggot, refusing no cock, my life has always been about risk, all-risk, an I – faggot and sissy – which mine is for the courage no other to be, if not danger’s self. Nor did I others become, hiding my true nature, in braving all-risk with hushed step. No, open and proud, mind rattling veteran sissy faggot armouries, I proclaim my adoration and worship of cock and cum, my thirst and hunger for pee and shit, to all.
All that I write here must read perversely and irrelevantly to those of you as are still beholding to societies that are in any way normal and decent; those of you who look to others for approval, for direction, for reassurance; those of you whose fantasies remain fantasies, because fear arrests their fulfilment.
If you are true faggots, as I am, true sissies, as iI am, you will realise that acceptance of my extreme commitment to, my unfaltering covenant with, cock and cum, pee, spit, and shit, servicing the sexual wants and needs of men, demands a confession of disloyalty to all else in your lives, everyone, and everything, your jobs, your professions…all of which you will be loth to make. You choose your families because they are blood. Your choose your friends because you shared experiences. Your choose your jobs because they promise to provide you with a steady income, and leisure to render cock which you claim to favour only occasional part-time service.
Who am I, you may ask, to warn you that cock, true cock-obsession, the obsession that every true faggot has for cock, demands either whole-time service or none at all?
And do I suggest that you resign your jobs and for want of sufficient capital beg, borrow, or steal for all that you require besides cock?
I am too far to the edge, having departed your world of mediocrity for that of obsession, of Cumseedfeedbreed, of Cockbliss, to offer any practical suggestion. I have never compromised, surrendering myself to cock, enslaving myself to cock, prostituting myself for cock, living and thriving on cum and pee and shit alone, living in the service of men, believing always that cock could and would sustain me. I dare attempt only this casual but earnest statement of the problem. How you come to terms with your love of cock – to be devoted to it, to adore it, to worship it, or simply to pretend to – is no concern of mine. I do not even know that you are serious in your faggotry, in your sissihood, in your whoredom, in your sluttishness.
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