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Call me, if you like, the fox who has lost his brush. Though a sex and toilet slave to many men, I live freely outside of all tradition, all convention, all easy, convenient definition. Yes, I am a cockwhore. Yes, I am a cumslut. Am I crazy, though, to love cock as much as I do, without restraint, all cock, neg and poz, no questions asked?
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 it to all.
Without my brush, namely the confines of normal, decent society, all that I write here must read perversely and irrelevantly to such of you as are still geared to the industrial machine, whether directly as workers, managers, traders, or advertisers, or indirectly as civil servants, publishers, journalists, teachers, or employees of television and radio stations.
If you are faggots, as I am, true faggots. If you are sissies, as I am, true sissies, you will realise that acceptance of my extreme commitment to cock, to cum, to servicing the sexual wants and needs of men, demands a confession of disloyalty to your professions which you will be loth to make. You chose your jobs because they promised to provide you with a steady income and leisure to render cock which you adore valuable 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 it, just for the intermittent cock to suck, to fuck you.
No, my brushlessness debars me from offering any practical suggestion. I dare attempt only a casual but earnest statement of the problem. How you come to terms with your love of cock – 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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