‘Okay, where shall I start, faggot? Do you feel shame or embarrassment, or are you just numb to all of that by now? When you are face to face with an actual man, a heterosexual man, like me, how does it make you feel that your manhood is totally gone? When you kneel before a real man and beg to worship his body, his penis, his maleness, does it make you feel awkward? When I humiliate and degrade you, like when I use your mouth as an ashtray, or when I slap you or spit in your face, do you feel bad because I am calling attention to your inferiority? I’m just curious about what makes you pitiful sick homosexuals tick…’
Shame…? Embarrassment…? In French, we say, ‘Mieux vaut être haï pour ce que l’on est, qu’aimé pour ce que l’on n’est pas.’ It is better to be hated for what one is, than loved for what one is not.
How is it that one can be ashamed of who he or she is. Wherein lies the embarrassment for fulfilling one’s destiny. Shame comes from failure. Embarrassment comes from endeavouring to do or be something or someone one cannot do or cannot be. It comes from being discovered as an imposter, a fake, a hypocrite.
I have never pretended to be a man; so I have never failed at being a faggot. There is no ambiguity in me – no doubt in me or in anyone who interacts with me in any way that I am a faggot. Never in the closet, never concealing anything, I have boldly proclaimed, in behaviour and in word, the fullness of my homosexuality. Shame might be due if I had ever been deprived of the courage to be who I am. I am an open, public, loud, and proud faggot. All my life, I have shouted that to the heavens, confirmed it to those who sought confirmation to condemn me more thoroughly, whispered it to men who just wanted to hear it from me, as music to their ears.
What offends you, tempts you. What angers you, possesses you. No one should be held to blame, censured, for the lies others live. Between hypocrisy and truth, there is tolerance.
I have had a lifetime of devotion to, of adoration of, of obsession with for cock. I am not only a good faggot, I am good at doing all those things that faggots – truly cock-obsessed faggots – do. Many women have more alpha, more testosterone, more balance of female and male in them than I have in me. My dick is a clit that is good only for peeing. My ass is a cunt that is good only for fucking. My hands and my mouth are for fondling cock, for sucking cock. There is nothing in me that is different from what is apparent. I am a faggot, beyond doubt, beyond speculation, beyond wonder. What on Earth have I to be embarrassed about?
Manhood…? I never had any. I never wanted any. It is not that it is now gone. It was never there. I am a faggot – not a man, not a woman. I never wanted a real cock. I never wanted a real vagina. I service cock with my mouthpussy and my asspussy. My sissyclit is perfect as it is – merely decorative proof of my being a faggot.
I feel most comfortable kneeling down before a cock; or on all fours with asscheeks spread, fagcunt gaping, cum-dripping, begging for cock, waiting for a cock; or on my back, legs spread, sissycunt puckering then gaping, puckering then gaping, fuck me, cum in me, seed me, feed me, breed me.
As a faggot, it is my duty and my pleasure to take all of the ejaculations, expectorations, and eliminations of men – cum, pee, spit, and shit. Just because I provide this service for men does not mean that I am inferior to men. Is an apple inferior to an orange? We are different. Men have cocks; faggots have holes for those cocks.
You cannot humiliate me or degrade me. My rôle is as sexual servant, sexual slave, toilet slave. No coercion whatsoever is necessary to encourage me to fulfil my responsibilities in this regard. You offer me the meal of your cock, and the dessert of your cum, pee, spit, and shit. How can I not but be overjoyed, ecstatic, cast into transcendent bliss at these gifts.
There is no need to slap my face. I am always your eager, enthusiastic faggot.
We do not need your pity. Though we take all cock and all cum – much of it toxic hiv+, to be sure – our only real sickness is our cock obsession. That is what makes us tick – cock and cum, and all that comes with it.